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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 
THE   LIBRARY   OF 
/        PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL   SEMINARY 


Section 


CHRISTIAN  PSALMODY, 


VOUR  PARTS 


A  3UN  12 1936  ^ 

t>R.   WAT TS'S    PSALMS   AfiAlUGliJJr 


DR.  WATTS'S     HYMNS    ABRIDGED; 
SELECT    HYMNS    FROM    OTHER   AUTHORS; 

AND 

SELECT  HARMONY: 
Together  with 

JDtrectumg  for  apical  ©jcprMfsfiOT. 


BY    SAMUEL    WORCESTER,  D.   D. 
Pastor  of  the   Tabernacle    Church,   Salera. 


VHIRD   EDITION, 


BOSTON: 
PUBLISHED    BY    SAMUEL  T,  ARMSTI 

No.  50,  Oornhill. 


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V,     CROCKER,   PRINTER. 


1819. 


DISTRICT  OF  MASSACHUSETTS— To  wit: 
District  Clerk's  Office. 
Be  it  remembered,  that  on  the  seventh  day  of  Jan- 
uary, A.  D.  1815,  and  in  the  fortieth  year  of  the  inde- 
pendence of  the  United  States  of  America,  Samuel  Wor- 
cester, of  the  said  District,  has  deposited  in  this  office  the 
title  of  a  book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  Proprietor, 
in  the  words  following,  to  -wit: 

"Christian  Psalmody,  in  four  parts?  comprising  Dr. 
Watts's  Psalms  abridged;  Dr.  Watts's  Hymns  abridged; 
Select  Hymns  from  other  Authors;  and  Select  Harmony: 
together  with  Directions  for  Musical  Expression.  By  Samuel 
Worcester,  D.  D.  Pastor  of  the  Tabernacle  Church^  Salem." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United 
States,  intitled,  "An  act  for  the  eucouragement  of  learning, 
by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and  books,  to  the 
authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times 
therein  mentioned;"  and  also  to  an  act  intitled,  "An  act 
supplementary  to  an  act,  intitled  an  act  for  the  encourage- 
ment of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and 
books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during 
the  times  therein  mentioned;  and  extending  the  benefits 
thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and  etching, 
historical  and  other  prints."         WILLIAM  S.SHAW, 

Clerk  of  the  DUtrict  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


Amoxg  the  Psalmists  of  the  Christian  Church,  Dr.  Watts 
stands  pre-eminent.  His  Psalms  and  Hymns  have  an  estab- 
lished and  consecrated  character;  and  to  Christians  of  sound 
piety  and  correct  taste,  it  is  matter  of  devout  gratulation 
and  thankfulness,  that  they  are  so  extensively  used,  and  so 
highly  venerated.  The  Book,  however,  like  the  best  of 
human  works,  has  its  imperfections.  In  regard  to  some 
subjects  it  is  redundant,  in  regard  to  others  it  is,  deficient; 
and  some  of  its  contents  fall  very  considerably  below 
its  general  excellence.  These  imperfections  have  been 
extensively  felt  and  acknowledged;  and  for  the  remedy  of 
them,  various  attempts  have  been  made,  with  various 
success.  By  what  has  been  done,  however,  the  wav  has 
been  opened  for  something  still  further  to  be  attempted. 

The  present  work  was  undertaken  from  no  spirit  of  inno- 
vation; but  from  a  sincere  desire  for  the  improvement  and 
Stability  of  our  publick  Psalmody  On  a  careful  examination 
of  Dr.  Watts's  Book,  it  was  found,  or  thought  to  be  found, 
that  it  might  be  very  considerably  abridged,  without  any 
detriment: — that  some  entire  Parts,  ar«d  many  stanzas  of 
other  Parts  of  the  Psalms,  and  thai  some  entire  Hymns, 
and  many  stanzas  of  others,  might  very  well  be  snared,as  the 
subjeet-maUer  and  sentiments  of  them,  were  contained, 
and  as  well  or  better  expressed,  in  what  would  still  remain. 
By  such  an  abridgement,  some  important  advantages  would 
be  gained:  redundancies  would  be  retrenched;  passages  of 
little  merit  would  be  excluded;  some  Parts  of  Psalms,  and 
some  Hymns,  so  prolix  and  complex  as  seldom,  perhaps 
never,  to  be  given  out  in  public,  would  be  reduced  to  con- 
venient and  excellent  portions  for  use;  especially,  room, 
would  be  made  for  the  admission  of  not  a  small  number  of 
Select  Hymns,  from  various  authors,  eligible  either  for  their 
sterling  worth,  or  for  their  suitableness  to  supply  the  defi- 
ciencies of  Watts's.  And  thus,  if  the  design  were  judiciously 
executed,  a  body  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  would  be  formed, 
more  compact,  more  complete,  and  more  worthy  of  exten- 
sive adoption  for  permanent  use,  than  any  before  presented 
to  our  churches. 

To  the  high  purposes  of  Psalmody,  good  and  well  adapted 
lunes  are  essentially  requisite.  To  ai  I  th^  laudable  exer- 
tions of  respectable  societies  and  individuals,  for  the  general 
and  established  use  of  such  tunes,  was  a  primary  object  of 
this  work.  It  was  found  to  be  the  opinion  of  many,  well 
qualified  to  judge,  that  a  small  but  judicious  selection  of 
tunes,  in  the  same  book  with  the  Psalms  and  Hymns,  would 


IF  PREFACE, 

be  useful  in  several  respects;  as  it  might  contribute  to 
pestrain  the  too  common  vagrancy  of  singing  choirs,  and  to 
give  permanency  to  the  use  of  a  standard  set  of  tunes — r 
would  be  a  great  convenience  to  singers  in  the  choir,  who 
might  v  ish  to  refresh  their  memories  in  regard  to  the  tune 
to  be  sung — and  would  be  a  help  to  many  others  in  the 
congregation,  who,  by  occasionally  casting  their  eyes  upon 
the  tune,  would  be  abbe  to  join  in  the  performance,  of  this 
pleasing,  animating,  and  exalted  part  of  divine  worship. 

The  effect  of  public  psalmody  is  often  exceedingly  mar* 
red,  by  a  psalm  or  hymn  being  sung  to  an  ill  adapted  tone. 
The  leaders  of  singing  choirs  are  not  always  persons  of 
good  taste  and  judgment;  and  the  best  qualified  leader 
cannot  always  at  the  moment,  so  fully  possess  himself  of  the 
sentiments  of  the  portion  given  out,  as  immediately  fo  recur 
to  a  tune  well  suited  to  express  them.  It  might  therefore, 
it  was  thought,  be  highly  useful  to  sit  down  at  ieisure,  and 
refer  each  psalm  and  hymn,  not  merely  to  the  proper  key, 
but  to  a  suitable  tune. 

The  grand  defect  of  our  publick  psalmody  in  general  is  the 
•want  of  proper  expression.  Should  a  pi'eacher  deliver  his 
sermon,  in  an  unanimated,  monotonous  manner,  not  varying 
the  movement,  or  quantity,  or  tone  of  voice,  nor  even 
observing  the  pauses — be  his  sermon  ever  so  good,  or  his 
pronunciation  ever  so  exact — his  hearers  might  sleep,  and? 
bis  labour  be  lost.  So  the  best  psalm  may  be  sung  to  the 
best  tune,  and  every  note,  in  the  several  part",  be  sounded 
•with  the  utmost  exactness,  and  yet  the  performance  have 
little  interest  or  effect.  That  performance  of  psalmody, 
and  that  only,  is  entitled  to  be  called  good,  in  which  the 
movement,  quantity,  and  tone  of  voice,  are  well  adapted  to 
the  general  subject,  and  so  varied  as  justly  to  express  the 
different  thoughts,  sentiments,  and  passions.  This,  it  is 
confessed,  is  an  attainment  of  no  small  difficulty;  and  re- 
quires no  ordinary  degree  of  judgment  and  taste,  attention 
and  practice.  Its  importance,  however,  demands  that  every 
thing  which  can  he  done  in  aid  of  it,  should  be  done.  To 
assist  singers  extensively,  in  this  essential,  but  neglected 
part  of  good  psalmody,  up  method  appeared  more  eligible, 
than  that  of  so  marking  the  psalms  and  hymns  by  means 
of  certain  symbols,  as  to  indicate,  as  correctly  as  possible, 
the  requisite  variations  of  movement  quantity,  and  tone  of 
voice. 

Such  were  the  views  of  the  Compiler,  when  he  took  up 
the  design  gf  this  work.  He  w»b  sensible  in  the  outset,  and 
became  more  and  more  deeply  so  in  the  progress  of  the 
undertaking,  that  it  was  a  design  of  difficult  execution,  and 
of  no  ordinary  responsibility;  and  in  regard  to  its  several 
parts,  he  has  not  failed  to  avail  himself,  as  opportunity 
offered,  of  the  judgment  of   clergymen,  musicians,  andj 


PREFACE.  V 

others,  respectable  in  character,  mid  judicious  in  matters 
of  tliis  kind.  From  several  of  them  be  has  received  very 
valuable  hints;  and  to  the  Uev.  Dr.  Griffin  of  Boston,  and 
tin-  lie  v.  Mr.  Willard  of  Deerfield,  he  is  under  particular 
obligations.  Upon  himself,  however,  the  responsibility  of 
the  work  at  large,  both  as  to  design  and  execution  must  rest. 
His  Abridgement  of  Dr.  Watts  has  been  executed  with 
a  cautious  and  trembling  hand;  and,  he  would  fain  hope,  in 
a  manner  not  to  offend  the  pious  and  judicious  admirers  of 
that  justly  venerated  psalm  st.  In  regard  to  Christian 
doctrine  and  sentiment,  Watts  remains  unaltered  and 
■unimpaired;  and  in  what  is  retained  of  his  Rook,  even  the 
verbal  alterations  are  very  few,  and  only  such  as  seemed 
most  obviously  requisite. 

It  deserves  particular  notice,  that  the  numerical  desig- 
nations of  the  psalms  and  hynrins,parts  and  stanzas,  retained, 
are  the  same  as  in  Watts  unabridged,and  when  the  last  verse 

or  verses  are  omitted,  the  omission  is  denoted  by  a . 

No  confusion,  therefore,  need  ensue  in  a  congregation 
should  the  minister  use  this  book,  while  the  people  are  yet 
furnished  wholly  or  in  part  with  the  common  book. 

The  Selection  of  Htrmns  from  various  Authors  has  been 
made  with  laborious  care;  after  a  perusal  of  all  the  Hj  mus 
which  the  Compiler  could  well  procure,  and  with  repeated 
and  solicitous  revisions.  To"  have  adopted  all  the  hymns 
extant  which  are  good,  would  have  swelled  the  book  "to  an 
undue  size.  The  design  was  to  select  a  competent  number 
of  such  as  would  form  the  best  supplement  to  W  atts; 
regai-d  being  had  at  once  to  intrinsic  merit,  to  particular 
subjects  and  occasions,  and  to  variety  of  metre. 

Ot  Tunes  as  well  as  of  hymns,it  is  muchless  easy  to  make  a 
selection  than  a  collection.  It  is  not  expected,  indeed,  that 
singing  choirs  will  restrict  themselves  entirely  to  the  use  of 
the  tunes  contained  in  this  book,even  in  the  churches,or  con- 
gregations in  which  the  book  may  be  adopted,  The  Com- 
piler, however,  is  fixed  in  the  persuasion,  that  these  tunes 
are  of  the  kind  of  musiek  the  best  adapted  to  general  use 
in  the  house  of  God.  Whiie  they  have  long  born  the  test 
of  musical  criticism,  they  are  simple,  easy,  and  grave; 
while  they  will  gratify  a  highly  cultivated  taste,  they  may 
be  performed  without  difficulty  or  embarrassing  solicitude, 
by  a  common  choir,  and  heard  without  distraction  or 
wondering  curiosity  by  a  common  congregation.  He  is 
also  fully  persuaded,  and  in  this  persuasion  he  is  sure 
of  the  concurrence  of  the  best  judges,  that  the  adoption  of 
a  fe-w  well  chosen  tunes  for  permanent  use,  would  be  vastly 
preferable  to  a  great  variety  and  a  frequent  change.  The 
prurience,  indeed,  for  variety  and  change  is  the  bane  of  our 
publck  psalmody.  It  can  never  be  sufficiently  regretted 
that  g 'Od  tunes,  as  soon  as  the  singers  have  learned  to  per- 
form them  with  tolerable  correctness,  and  just  as  the  con? 


IV  PREFACE. 

gregation  begin  to  be  pleased  with  them,  should  bo  capri- 
ciously exchanged  for  others.  Good  tunes,  to  be  performed 
with  any  adequate  effect,  must  be  perfectly  familiar  to  the 
performers.  It  is  impossible  that  a  psalm  o»-  hymn  should 
be  performed  with  proper  expression,  when  the  tune  is  not 
/amiliar;  and  until  singing  choirs  will  be  content  with  he 
use  of  a  few  standard  tunes,  not  entirely  excluding,  how- 
ever, the  occasioi)al  use  of  others,  Expression,  that  most 
important  part  of  good  musical  performance,  will  be  but 
little  known.  Besides,  good  tunes  must  be  familiarized  by 
use,  before  their  beauties  and  excellencies  will  be  in  any 
good  degree  perceived  and  felt;  the  longer  and  better 
they  are  practised,  the  more  they  will  be  loved  and  admired; 
and  when  they  are  lightly  esteemed,  or  willingly  exchanged 
for  others,  it  must  be  owing  not  to  a  familiar  acquaintance 
with  them,  but  to  the  want  of  such  acquaintance.' 

In  assigning  particular  tunes  for  the  several  psalms  and 
hymns,  regard  has  been  had,  not  merely  to  the  different 
key.  but  also  to  the  peculiar  air  and  character  of  each  tune, 
and  its  appropriate  adaption  to  the  psalm  or  hymn  for  which 
it  is  assigned.  If  therefore,  in  any  instance,  the  leader  of 
the  choir,  for  some  part  cular  reason,  think  it  not  best  to 
sing  the  tune,  or  either  of  the  tunes,  referred  to;  still  the 
reference  may  be  of  use,  as  a  direction  to  the  sort  of  tune, 
suitable  to  be  chosen. 

Of  the  several  parts  of  this  undertaking,  that  of  marking 
the  psalms  and  hymns  with  reference  to  Expression,  was 
not  the  least  difficult.  To  indicate,  indeed,  all  the  variations, 
■whtah  a  skilful  and  well  practised  performer  would  observe, 
were  impracticable;  to  designate  some  of  the  principal  of 
them  only,  is  what  has  becu  attempted.  The  method 
adopted  for  this  purpose  is  simple,  and  easy  to  be  understood. 

The  movement  is  divided  into  five  degrees,  which  are 
supposed  to  be  indicated  by  five  vowels,  in  Roman  letter: 
viz.  a— very  slow;  e — slow;  i— common;  o — quick;  u — very- 
quick:  but  in  the  actual  marking,  the  i  is  omitted;  a3  it  was 
deemed  unnecessary  for  passages  requiring  only  the  common 
movement  to  be  marked.  — The  quantity  of  voice  is  also 
divided  into  five  degrees,  which,  in  like  manner,  are  indicated 
by  the  same  vowels  in  Italick  letter:  viz.  a — very  soft;  e — 
soft;  /—common,  but  omitted  in  the  marking,  o — loud;  u 
— very  loud 

In  some  passages  a  variation  is  required  both  of  movement 
and  quantity.  The  Pathetick  in  general,  and  some  other 
kinds  of  sentiment,  require  the  slow  and  soft;  this  expres- 
sion is  denoted  by  the  letter  p.  The  Grand  requires  the 
glow  and  loud,  this  expression  is  denoted  by  the  letter  g. 
The  Beautiful  requires  the  quick  and  soft;  this  expression 
is  denoted  by  the  letter  b.  The  Spirited  requires  the  quick 
and  loud;  this  expression  is  denoted  by  the  letter  s. 


PREFACE.  Vll 

Some  passages  require,  not  any  considerable  change  from 
the  common,  either  in  movement  or  quantity;  but  either  a 
peculiar  distinctness  of  utterance,  or  some  peculiar  distinc- 
tion in  the  tone  or  modulation  of  voice.  This  expression,  or 
rather  these  varieties  ot"  expression,  are  denoted  by  tire 
letter  d.  This  symbol  is  iulended,uot  so  mucn  to  indicate  the 
particular  manlier  ot"  performance,  as  to  arrest  attention, 
and  notiiy  tharsome  peculiar  manner  is  required.  Where 
it  is  applied,  however,  whether  to  passages  marked  as  quo- 
tations, or  to  such  as  express  abhorrence,  scorn,  indignation, 
or  any  other  passion  or  feeling,  the  judicious  performer, 
will  iu  general  readily  perceive  the  requisite  expression. 

If  a  psalm  or  hymn  begins  without  any  symbol  of  expres- 
sion, it  is  to  be  considered  as  common,  antitsome  symbol  is 
applied.  When  any  symbol  is  applied,  that  is  to  be  consid- 
ered as  being  continued,  until  some  other  occurs.  The 
short  dash  ( — )  after  any  other  symbol,  denotes  the  passage 
to  be  in  all  respeets  common. 

The  general  character  of  each  psalm  or  hymn,  as  before 
intimated,  is  intended  to  be  designated,  by  the  tune,  or 
tunes  to  which  it  is  referred;  and  in  applying  the  symbols 
of  expression,  each  passage  of  the  psalm  or  hymn  has  been 
considered  relatively  to  the  prevailing  character  of  the 
whole,  ami  to  the  bearings  of  the  several  passages.  Hence, 
some  passages  are  marked  differently  from  what  they  would 
have  been,  had  the  psalm  or  hymn  to  which  they  belong, 
been  of  a  different  prevailing  character,  or  the  passages 
with  which  they  stand  connected,  required  different  kinds 
of  expression. 

In  the  Punctuation  regard  has  been-  had  to  musical 
expression.  In  some  instances,  therefore,  different  points 
or  pauses  are  inserted,  from  what  would  have  been  used, 
bad  the  grammatical  construction,  only,  been  regarded.  The 
dash  is  intended  to  denote  an  expressive  suspension.  In 
order  to  good  expression,  a  distinct  and  judicious  observance 
of  the  pauses  is  absolutely  necessary. 

In  reference  to  persons,  the  relative  who  is  preferred  to 
that,  because  it  is  better  for  musical  sound.  For  the  same 
reason,  in  reference  to  things,  that  is  preferred  to  ivhich. 

It  will  not  be  unexpected  to  the  Compiler,  if  not  a  few- 
should  consider  all  that  he  has  done  and  said  with  reference 
to  expression,  as  worthy  of  little  attention:  for  he  is  fully 
aware  that,  by  a  great  majority  even  of  singers  in  our 
country,  this  subject  has  been  almost  totally  overlooked.  He 
does,  however,  entertain  the  hope,  that  by  some,  and  by 
many,  it  will  not  be  light  rj  regarded.  In  this  hope  he  is 
strengthened  by  the  know  ledge  he  has  of  a  pretty  exteusive 
excitement,  which  promises  well  for  improvement  in  this 
respect.  Expression  is  certainly  the  very  soul  uf  good 
musical  performance,  and  canuot  be  too  earnestly  recom- 


VI 11  PREFACE. 

mended.  In  singing  schools,  and  in  meetings  for  singing, 
the  practice  has  been  to  employ  the  time  in  merely  learning) 
or  rehearsing  tunes,  with  very  little  attention  to  psalms  or 
hymns.  This  is  a  capital  fault.  If  in  those  schools  and 
meetings,  a  due  proportion  of  the  time  were  employed  in 
singing  psalms  and  hymns,  with  particular  regard  to  expres- 
sion, the  exercise  would  be  vastly  more  interesting  and 
improving.  Such  a  practice  would  eminently  serve  to 
engage  attention — to  awaken  thought  and  feeling — to  cul- 
tivate judgment  and  taste;  above  all,  ;o  preserve  the  minds 
of  singers  from  fickleness  and  levity — to  ernbue  them  with 
the  divine  sentiments  of  Holy  Song — and  to  impress  them 
with  the  importance  of  singing  "with  grace  in  their  hearts 
unto  the  Lord." 

It  only  remains  for  the  Compiler  humbly  to  commend 
this  Book  to  the  candour  of  the  religious  pubiic — with  the 
devout  hop;:,  that  it  will  promote  their  improvement  and 
delight  in  the  high  praises  of  God:  and  above  all,  to  the 
favour  of  nor,  who  is  ''fearful  in  praises,"  and  whose  appro- 
bation is  the  highest  meed — with  the  fervent  prayer,  that, 
under  his  gracious  blessing,  it  may  contribute  to  the  ad- 
vancement of  his  great  salvation,  and  to  the  glory  of  his 
adorable  Name. 

Salem,  Nov.  1814. 


KEY  OF  EXPRESSION. 

a — Very  slow.  e — Slow. 

o — Quick.  u — Very  quick. 

a — Very  soft.  e — Soft. 

o — Loud.  u — Very  loud.  % 

p — Slow  and  soft,     h—  Quick  and  soft. 

g — Slow  and  loud,    s — Quick  and  loud. 

d— Variously  distinctive. 

(Xj; 'See'  the  explanation  in  the  foregoing  Preface.     Thr 
■Preface  should  be  read  attentively. 


CHRISTIAN  PSALMODY- 

PART   I, 
WATTS'S  PSALMS  ABRIDGED. 


PSALM  1.  C.  M.     York.  Canterbury.    [*] 
The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  of  the  Wicked1. 

1  TVLEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  places 
-O  Where  sinners  love  to  meet; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat. 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 
o  4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair* 
Shall  his  profession  shine; 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine, 
p  5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust* 
What  vain  designs  they  form! 
d  Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust. 

Or  chafT,  before  the  storm, 
g  6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 
Amongst  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand, 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place.    — ■ — 

L.  M.     Quercy.  Bath.    [*] 
The  Difference  bet-ween  the  Righteous  and  the  tVickech 

1  TJAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet, 
JUL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go; 

Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongst  the  statutes  of  the  Lord; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  nighty 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 

B 


14  PSALM  2. 


e  3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green; 

b  And  heav'n  will  shine  with  kindest  beams. 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

e  4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  cross'd: 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 
So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost — 

g  When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies.     — 

PSALM  2.     S.  M.    Dover.  Sutton.    [*] 
Christ  dying,  rising,  interceding,  and  reigning. 

1  Jk/SAKER,  and  sov'reign  Lord, 
-LtJl  Of  heaven  and.  earth  and  seas, 

Thy  proviJence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  answers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things,  so  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fuMill'd; 

p  When  Jews  and  Gentiles  rose  to  slay 

Jesus,  thy  holy  caild. 
o      6  Now  he's  ascended  high, 

And  asks  to  rule  the  earth; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 
— r-  7  He  asks,  and  God  bestows 

A  large  inheritance; — 
g  Far  as  the  world's  remotest  ends, 

His  Kingdom  shall  advance, 
e      8  The  nations  that  rebel 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod; 
o  He'll  vindicate  those  honours  well, 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God.     

C.  M.     Br d ford.  St.  Ann's.     [*] 
Christ  Exalted  and  his  Enemies  warned. 
p  1  X^7"HY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
tt       The  Lord's  anointed.  Son? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down? 
—3  The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 
Derides  their  rage  below; 
He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 


PSALM  3.  15 

d  3  "I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead; 
I  make  ray  holy  hill  his  throne, 

And  wide  his  kingdom  spread.'* 
e  5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord; 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 
o  6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne; 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die; 
— Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM  3.     CM.     Canterbury.  Bar  by.     [*] 

Doubts  and  Fears  suppressed/  or,  God  our  Defence  from 

Sin  and  Satan. 

p  1  "\/|"Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears! 

IT  A  How  fast  my  foes  increase! 
— Conspiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  present  peace. 

e  2  The  lying  tempter  would  persuade, 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n; 
And  all  my  swelling  sins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

— 3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread; 
Shalt  silence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

g  6  What  though  the  host  of  death  and  hell, 
All  arm'd,  against  me  stood; 
Terrours  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

o  7  Arise,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 
While  I  thy  glory  &ing: 
My  God  has  broke  the  serpent's  teeth, 
And  Death  has  lost  his  sting. 

o  8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs; 
His  arm  alone  can  save: 
Blessings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave, 


W  PSALM  3,  4, 


L.  M.     W.rshifi.  Armlexj.     [b] 
Ver.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8. — A  monwig  Psalm. 
I   f\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

"     In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood!' 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 
e  2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry: 
Thou  heard st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  Almighty  help  was  nigh. 
-~3  Supported  by  thy  heav'nly  aid, 

1  laid  me  down,  and  slept  secure; 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more, 
o  4  But  God  sustain'd  me  all  the  night: 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  see  the  light, 
And  make  his  praise  my  injrning  song. 

PSALM  4.    L    M.     Green's.  Islington,  [b] 
Ver.  1,2,  3, 5,  6,7.— God  our  portion,  and Cu&ist  our  Hope, 
\  i\  GOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 

\j  Hear  and  attend,  when  I  complain; 
Thou  hast  eniarg'd  me  in  distress, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try, 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame; 

e  How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name? 
d  3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside: 
e  He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents, 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  who  died. 
— 4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
o  We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 
— S  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 
e  ''Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good?" 
-~-But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray; 

Qur  souls  desire  this  heav'nly  food. 


PSALM  4,  5. 17 

s  6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice, 
At  grace  and  favors  so  divine; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 

C.  M.     Barby.   York.       [*] 
Ver.  3,  4,  5,  8. — >An  Evening  Psalm. 
1  T  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray; 

-J.J  I  am  forever  thine; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 
e  2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'ness  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 
Witli  my  own  heart  and  thee. 
—3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  sacrifice: 
And  when  my  work,  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
4  Thus  with  nay  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

PSALM  5.    C.    M.     Walsal.    Sunday.     [b]~~ 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Jllorning. 

1  T  ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
3JL  My  voice  ascending  high; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 
e  3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 
o  4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear, 
B2 


18  PSALM  6,  7. 


—5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 
In  ways  of  righteousness; 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face.    

PSALM  6.     CM.     Wantage,     [b] 
Complaint  in  Sickness:  or,  Diseases  healed. 
$  X  TN  anger.  Lord,  rebuke  me  not; 
JL  Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm: 
Kor  let  thy  fury  burn  so  hot, 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

p  2  My  soul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  opprest: 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 

My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 
S  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days; 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 

'Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 
4  Shall  I  be  still  tormented  more? 

Mine  eyes  consum'd  with  grief; 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 

Thine  hand  afford  relief? 
^-5  He  hears  when  dust  and  ashes  speak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans; 
He  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake, 

And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
o  6  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word 

Restores  our  fainting  breath: 
e  For  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM  7.    C.  M.     Bedford.    [b]~~ 
God's  Care  of  his  People  against  Persecutors. 
J  ~V/1  Y  trust  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 
J^JL  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God; 
o  Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend, 
From  those  who  seek  my  blood. 
4  2  With  insolence  and  fury  they 
My  soul  in  pieces  tear: 
Ws  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When,  no  deljv'rer's  near. 


PSALM  8.  19 


— 3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  first, 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe; 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dust, 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 
e  4  If  there  were  malice  found  in  me, 
(I  know  thy  piercing  eyes,) 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 
o  5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Their  pride  and  pow'r  control; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  soul.     

PSALM  8.    S.  M.     6V.  Thomas.      [*]  " 

God's  Condescension  in  conferring  Honour  -upon  J\fan, 

1  f\  LORD,  our  heav'nly  King, 
*J  Thy  name  is  all  divine; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high, 
I  raise  my  wond'ring  eyes, 

And  see  the  moon  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the.  darksome  skies; — 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 
And  all  their  shining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man; 
That  thou  should'st  love  him  so? 

g  Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 

And  lord  of  ail  below. 
—    5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beasts  like  slaves  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 

And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. 
o      6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are! 

And  wondrous  are  thy  ways: 

0  Of  dust  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praise.     ' 

L,   M.     First    Part.     Blendon.     Bath.     [*} 
Verae  1,  2,  Paraphrased. — Children  Prcisim>-  Go;"). 

1  A  LMIGH TY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

-3-  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread; 


20  PSALM  8. 


g  And  thine  eternal  glories  rise, 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 
— 2  Te  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

A  monument  of  honour  raise; 
e  And  babes,  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
o  Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 
— 3  Thy  pow'r  assists  their  tender  age, 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground; 

To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 

And  all  their  policies  confound. 
o  4  Children  amidst  thy  temple  throng, 

To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face; 
— The  Son  of  David,  is  their  song, 

And  young  hosannas  fill  the  place. 
e  5  The  frowning  scribes  and  angry  priests 

In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring; 

Revenge  sits  silent  in  their  breasts, 
o  While  Jewish  babes  proclaim  their  King. 
L.  M.    Second  Part.      Quercy.  Moreton.    [*] 

Ver.  5,  Sec.  Paraphrased. 
Adam,  and  Christ,  Lords  of  the  qld  and  nexo  Creation, 
e  1  T  ORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first, 
3-A  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 

That  thou  shouldst  set  him  and  his  race 

But  just  below  an  angel's  place? 

2  That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so, 

And  make  him  lord  of  all  below; 

Make  ev'ry  beast  and  bird  submit, 

And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet? 
o  3  But  O  what  brighter  glories  wait, 

To  cmwn  the  second  Adam's  state! 
o  What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 

Who  condescended  to  be  born! 
e  4  See  him  below  his  angels  made! 
p  See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, — 
— To  save  a  ruin'd  woild  from  sin! 
o  But  he  shall  reign  with  pow'r  divine, 
g  5  The  world  to  come,  redeem 'd  from  all 

The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 

New  made,  and  glorious,  shall  submit 

At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 


PSALM  9.  21 

j , 

PSALM  9.     C.  M.    First   Part.     Mear.  [*] 
Wrath  and  mercy  Jrom  the  Judgment  Seat. 

1  1K7TTH  mv  whole  heart,  I'll  raise  my  song, 

▼  ▼    Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim; 
Thou,  sov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 

Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne, 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  who  are  opprest; 

To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 
e  4  The  men  who  know  thy  name,  will  trust 
In  thy  abundant  grace; 
For  thou  hast  ne'er  forsook  the  just, 
Who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
o  5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill; 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

C.  M.     Second  Part.     Colchester.  [*] 
Verse  12. — The  Wisdom  and  Equity  of  Providence. 
1  "l^STHEN  the  great  Judge  supreme  and  just, 

▼  ▼     Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls  who  mourn  in  dust, 

Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
o  2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raise: 
In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 

They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 
3  His  foes  shall  fall,  with  heedless  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net, 

That  their  own  hands  have  spread. 
*— 6  Tho'  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought. 

And  wait  and  long  complain; 
Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 


22 PSALM  10,  11. 

o  7  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 

To  judge  and  save  the  poor; 
g  Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

PSALM  10.    C.  M.     IVahaL     [b] 
Prayer  heard,  and  Saints  saved  from  the  flicked. 
p  1  XITHY  does  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far! 
T  T    And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress? 
c  2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour? 
a  4  Arise,  O  Lord,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry; 
No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high, 
o  7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear; 
Hearken  to  what  thy  children  say, 
And  put  the  world  in  fear: 
— 3  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 
No  more  despise  the  just; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 

PSALM  11.     L.  M-     Psalm  97.  Geneva,    [b] 

God  loves  the  Righteous,  and  abhors  the  Wicked. 
1  A/JY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 

jji\.  Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry,    -— 
d       "Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trem'bling  dove, 
"To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly?" 
e  2  If  government  be  once  destroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace,) 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress? 
£  3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  "surveys  the  world  below: 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
Jiis  eye-lids  search  our  spirits  through. 


PSALM  12,  13. 


— ^  If  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace; 
What  may  tha  bold  transgressor  fear? 
His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

g  5  On  impious  wretches  he  shall  rain 

Tempests  of  brimstone,  lire,  and  death! 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

— 6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere; 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  12.' CM.    Plymouth,   [b] 
General  Corruption  of  Manners. 
1  TTELP,  Lord!  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

XI  Religion  loses  ground; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

e  2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatt'rer's  part; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Is  raised  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  sword  in  vain. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  hardiy  to  be  found, 

And  love  is  waxing  cold; — 
o  6  Is  not  thy  chariot  hast'ning  on? 

Hast  thou  not  giv'n  the  sign? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 

A  promise  so  divine? 

g  8  Thy  word  like  silver  sev'n  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  shall  endure; 
The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shah  find  thy  promise  sure. 

PSALM  13.     L.  M.     Plcytl's.  Armlcy.    [o] 
Pleading  under  Desertion:  or,  Hope  in  Darkness. 
p  1  ~tJO\V  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
JIS-  Like  one  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain? 


24  PSALM  14. 


Canst  thou  thy  face  forever  hide, 
And  I  still  pray  and  be  denied? 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not? 

Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn, 

And  still  despair  of  thy  return? 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  opprest? 
And  Saran,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  see  me  sunk  so  low. 
— 4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 

Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief; 
e  If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 

I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 
— 5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  boast, 

If  but  one  praying  soul  be  los*:? 
o  But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 

And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 
— 6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest: 
o  My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 

My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  14.     C.  M.     1st  Part.     Walsal.     [b] 
By  JYature  all  Men  are  Simiers. 

1  TX)OLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say, 
Jl    'That  all  religion's  vain; 

"There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
"Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  discourse  proceeds; 

And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  who  sought  his  grace,. 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 
Their  practice  all  the  same: 

There's  none  who  fears  his  Maker's  hand; 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name.- 


PSALM  15,  16.  25 

5  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit* 
Their  slanders  never  cease; 

How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin,  that  bitter  root, 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

'Till  g  ace  refine,  the  ground.         Plymouth. 

FSALxVI  15.     L.  M.     Leeds.     Ojiorto.     [*] 
Duties  to  Gon  and  Man;  or,  the  CanisTiAN. 
e  lT\THO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 

¥  ▼  Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
— The  man  who  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue: 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt: 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise, 

But  saints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good: 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  swears, 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 
And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold; 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

e  6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face; 

—And  does  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

7  Yet  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone: — 

o  This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  16.  L.  M.  First  Part.     Short,  [b] 
Good-works  profit  Jllen,  not  God. 
e  1  "ORESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
JL    For  succour  to  thy  throoe  I  flee. 
C 


26  TSALM  16. 


But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead; 

My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 
c  2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confest, 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am; 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name: 
— 3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do; 

These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 

To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine; 

1  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 
Whose  tho'ts  ar.d  language  are  divine. 

L.  M.  Third  Part.    Moreton.    Quercy.  ■[*] 
[Csurage  in  Death,  and  Hepe  of  the  Resurrection. 
1 VVTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong, 
t  ▼  His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop; 

o  Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 

e  My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head; 
Yet  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

— 3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  dust,  and  rise  on  high; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way. 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

o  4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow; 
And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below,) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

C.  M.     First  Part,    rfbridge.  Barby.     [*j 
V.  1 — 3. — Support  and  Counsel  frum  (}<>d. 

3  T  E  r  Heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 
JL*  And  worship  wood  or  stone; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast, 
Where  the  true  God  is  known, 

4  His  hand  pros  ides  my  constant  food, 
He  fills  mv  daily  cup; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  present  goodr 
But  more  rejoice  iuhope. 


PSALM  16,  17. 27 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 
His  counsels  are  my  light; 

He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all- seeing  eye; 

Not  death,  nor  hell,  my  hope  shall  move, 
While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

C.  M.  Second  Part.     Sunday.    Doxology.    [*] 

The  Death  and  Resurrection  <j/*Chhist. 
p  5    TESUS,  whom  ev'ry  saint  adores, 

tl    Was  crucified  and  slain: 
o  Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  restores! 

Behold,  he  lives  again! 
— 6  When  shall  my  feet  arise  and  stand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills; 
o  There  sits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  there  the  Father  smiles. 

PSALM  17.    S.   M.    Peckham.     [*] 
V.  13,  &c. — Portion  of  Saints  and  of  Sinners. 
1     A  RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
-/*-  And  make  the  wicked  flee; 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod, 
To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 
p    2     Behold,  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain; 
Here — in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 
€    3    Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store; 
—The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 

My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 
o    4    I  shall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God; 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood, 
s    5     There's  a  new  heaven  begun, 
When  I  awake  from  death — 
Drest  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 


£8 rSALM  17,18. 

L.  M     Islington.  [*] 

The  Saint's  Hope:  or   the  Resurrection. 

STIfjTHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign; 

▼  ▼  Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 
o  I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
p  4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
— But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go— . 
o  Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
<?  When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 
—5  O  glorious  hour!  O  blest  abode! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God! 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 

The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
a  6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
— 'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
s  Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

PSALM  18.    L.M.     First  Part.     Green's.  [*] 
Ver.  1 6,  15 18. 

Deliverance  from  Despair:  or,  Temptations  overcome. 

1  rilHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  s: length, 
JL   My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence; 

Thv  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 

For  I  have  found  salvation  thence, 
e  2  Death,  and  the  terrours  of  the  grave. 

Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade; 

While  floods  of  higii  temptation  rose. 

And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 
?3l  saw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 

With  endless  pains  and  sorrow ls  there; 

Which  none,  but  they  that  feel,  can  tell, 

While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress  I  call'd  my  God, 

When  1  could  scarce  believe  him  mine; 
. — He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint; 
o  Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 
©  6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 

Ti,e  biast  of  his  almighty  breath; 

He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  depths  of  death. 


PSALM  18.  29 


s  8  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.    Armley.      [b] 
V.  20 — 2G. — Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 
1  X  ORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 

XJ  Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 
And  thou  hast  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

p  3  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest! 

e  What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  breast! 

— But,  thro  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin, 
4  The  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 
That  works  and  strives  against  my  will; 

e  When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sov 'reign  pow'r 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more? 

—5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward: 
The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
6  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they; 

o  And  men  who  love  revenge  shall  know, 

m  God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 

L.  M.    Third  Part.     Quercy.    Nantwich.  [*] 

Ver.  30,  31,  34.  35,  36,  &c. 

Rejoicing  in  God:  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph. 

1    XQST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
e      tl  Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode; 
g  Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord? 
— Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God? 
— 2  'Tis  he  who  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield; 

And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 

Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield, 
o  3  He  lives,  (and  blessed  be  my  Rock,) 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  broke; 
*?  Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 
C2 


PSALM  18,19. 


-—4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name; 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  shame. 
5  To  David  and  his  royal  seed, 
Thy  grace  for  ever  shall  extend; 
Thy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

C.   M.     First  Part.     Mear.      [*] 
Victory  and  Triumph,  over  Temporal  Enemies. 
1  WTE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore; 

▼  ▼  Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 
o  2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence; 
—His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  salvation  thence, 
o  3  When  God  our  leader  shines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
g  The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms? 

The  lightning  of  his  spear? 
— 4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
o      And  swift  as  flames  obey. 
— 5  He  speaks — and  at  his  fierce  rebuke, 
Whole  armies  are  dismay'd; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
o      Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 
—6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  skill; 
Gives  them  his  awful  sword  to  wield, 

And  makes  them  hearts  of  steel. 
8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blest, 

For  his  own  churches'  sake; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 


PSALM  19.  S.  M.  1st  Part.  Watchman.  S 
The  book  of  Nature  and  the  Scriptures, 
I  |>  EH Oi.D,  the  lofty  sky 
O  Declares  its  maker  God; 


PSALM  19. 


And  all  his  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  course  the  same; 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  diff'rent  land, 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known; 

They  shew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 
o      4  Ye  Christian  lands,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice,- 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 
Are  set  before  our  eyes; 

He  puts  his  guspel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit, 

His  promises  for  ever  sure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

S.  M.    Second  Part.    Dover.  Pelham.    [*] 
God's  Wordmost  excellent:  or  holy  Fear. 

3  TTOW  perfect  is  thy  word! 
Jtl  And  all  thy  judgments  just; 

For  ever  sure  thy  promise.  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n, 
e      5  1  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 
6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errours  of  his  ways? 
e  Yet  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 


52  PSALM   19. 


7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  sin, 
Forgive  my  secret  faults, 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine. 

Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
•—  8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad; 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

L.  M.     Green's.    Leeds.     [*] 
Nature  and  Scripture  compared. 

1  riiHE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
JL  In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines; 
©  But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

WTe  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
. — 2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confess; 
o  But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 

Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  graca 
— 3  Sun,  moon  an.d  stars  convey  thy  praise, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
o  So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land, 
o  4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

'Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 

'Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 

That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 
e  5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise; 
— Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
g  6  Thy  noblest  Avonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n: 

Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

P.  M.     St.    He/en's.     [*] 
The  Book  of  llevelation. 
b5T  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word;- 

A  What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford: 
e     To  souls  benighted  and  distrest! 
—Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rebt. 


PSALM  20.  S3 


6  From  the  discov'ries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw; 
These  are  my  study  and  delight: 
b  Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  g  ^ld  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd, 
Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 
e  7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  slumb'ring  eyes, 

And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 
o      But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
e  8  Who  knows  the  errours  of  his  tho'ts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 
And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain: 
—Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM    20.     L.    M.     Blendon.     [*] 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 

1  1VTOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
J3I    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry! 

Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
Better  than  shields  or  brazen  walls; 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 
Succour  and  strength  when  Zion  calls, 

e  3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts; 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice — 
Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

o  4  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope; 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God, 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

—5  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 
And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts;; 

o  Our  surest  expectations  are 
Srom  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hostst 


54 PSALM  21,  gg. 

.  — 7  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 

Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong; 
o  Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
s  And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

PSALM  21.     L.  M.     Castlestreet.    [*] 
V.   1—9. — Christ  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 

1  ~¥\  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  strength, 
JLv  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace; 
o  But  Christ  the  Son  appears  at  length, 

Fulfils  the  triumphs  and  the  praise,  ' 
— 2  How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy, 

In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand! 
g  Lord,  thou  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 

And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 
— 3  Thy  goodness  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  does  the  least  request  withhold; 

Blessings  of  love  prevent  him  still, 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 
g  4  Honour  and  majesty  divine 

Around  his  sacred  temples  shine, 

Blest  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 

And  length  of  everlasting  days.    

PSALM  22.  C.  M.    Second  Part,  Bedford.  [*] 

V.  20,  21,  27 — 31.  Christ's  Sufferings  and  Kingdom. 
p  1  "IVTOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
-131   "O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son; 
"Nor  leave  thy  darling  to. engage 
"The  powers  of  hell  alone." 
#—2  Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears: 
o  God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 

And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 
, — 3  Great  was  the  vict'ry  of  his  death, 
His  throne's  exalted  high; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth, 

Shall  worship — or  shall  die. 
4  A  num'rous  offspring  must  arise, 

From  his  expiring  groans; 
They  shall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 


PSALM  22,  23. 35 

e  5  The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread; 
— And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 
o  6  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness, 

Of  our  incarnate  God; 
And  nations  yet  unborn,  profess 

Salvation  in  his  blood.  St.  Ann's. 

L.  M.     Carthage.      [b] 
Christ's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
p  1  HJ"OW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
1-Nl  The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord; 

When  he  compiain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 

As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 
e  2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads,  and  laugh'd  in  scorn; 
<l  "Herescu'd  others  from  the  grave; 

"Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

3  "This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend; 

"If  God  the  blessed  lov'd  him  so, 

"Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now?" 
g  4  Barbarous  people!  cruel  priests! 

How  they  stood  round  like  savage  beasts! 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 
p  5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

'Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
— 6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry; 

0  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high; 
— The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 

And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

PSALM  23.     L.  M.     Green's.  Islington.     [*] 
God  our  Shepherd. 

1  "\/f  Y  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

ItJL  Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  s'upph'd; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 


36  PSALM  23. 


2  la  pastures  where  salvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest; 

There  living  water  gently  flows, 

And  all  the  food's  divinely  blest. 
p  3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mistake; 
— But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
o  And  leads  me  for  his  mercy  sake, 

In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 
p  4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale. 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrours  are; 
— My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
o  For  God  my  shepherd's  with  me  there. 
e  5  Amidst  the  darkness  and  the  deeps, 
— Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  stay: 
o  Thy  staff  supports  my  feeble  steps, 

Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 
s  8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  household  all  their  days; 

There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 

To  seek  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise. 

S.  M.       Aylesbury.     Dover.       [*] 
'   God's  tender  Care  of  his  People. 

1  PT'SHE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

A   I  shall  be  well  sup  ply 'd: 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
q        And  full  salvation  flows. 
t     3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 
—      tje  doth  my  soul  reclaim; 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 
4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
o         I  cannot  yield  to  fear! 
e  Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
o         My  Shepherd's  with  me  there, 
s     5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows. 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 


PSALM  24.  $7 


6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thv  praise. 

.  mi    .       I  « 

PSALM  24.    C.  M.     Abridge.  Bedford.     [*] 

Dwelling  ivith  God. 
1  rpHE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
A   With  Adam's  num'rous  ryce; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  seas. 
e  2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 

May  visit  thine  abode? 
d  He  who  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God? 
3  This  is  the  man  may  rise,  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace; 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  who  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 
o  4  Now  let  our  soul's  immortal  pow'rs 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare; 
o  Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors; 

The  King  of  glory's  near. 
e  5  The  King  of  glory — who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might? 

— He  rules  the  nations;  but  to  dwell 

Writh  saints,  is  his  delight. 

L.  M.     Islington.       [*] 
Saints  dioell  in  Heaven:  or,   Christ's  Jlscension. 
d  1  FjpHIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

J-  And  men  and  worms  and  beasts  and  birds; 
— He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 

And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place, 
o  2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 

Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky: 
e  Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  maker  God? 
d  3  He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 
Wi  ose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean; 
Him  shall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  seul  with  righteousness. 


38  PSALM  25. 


• — 4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 

Who  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
o  These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 

And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 
Pause.     O/iorto. 
o  5  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
— Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh! 
r  Who  cnn  this  King  of  glory  be? 
o  The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 
— 6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 

To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way; 
o  Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 

The  Conqu'rer  comes  with  God  to  dwell, 
g  7  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 

He  opens  heaven's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode,- 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  25.  S.  M,  1st  Part.  Little  Marlboro',  [b] 
Ver.  1 — 11.— Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direction. 
1  X  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
JL  My  trust  is  in  his  name; 
e  Let  not  my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 

Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 
p       2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 

Persuade  me  to  despair: 
— Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 

That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 
e       3  From  the  first  dawning  light 
'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 
e.       4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 
—     5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways; 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  ot  his  grace. 


PSALM   25.  s \) 


o       6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake, 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame; 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great,) 

Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

S.  M.    Second  Part.    Dover.      [*] 
Ver.  12,  14,  10,  13. —  Divine  Instruction. 
c      1  T17HERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 
f  f  Who  fears  t'  offend  his  God— 
Who  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod? 

—  2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 
o  The  secrets  of  his  heart; 

o      The  wonders  of  hrs  cov'nant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

—  3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  to  his  cov'nant  stand, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 
o      4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease, 

Before  their  Maker's  face; 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises, 

In  their  extensive  grace. 

S.    M.    Third  Part.     St.  Bridge's,     [b] 
Ver.  15 — 22. — Backsliding  and  Desertion, 
1  "%/|"INE  eyes  and  my  desire 
i-T  1.    Are  ever  to  the  Lord; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 
o      2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul. 

Bring  thy  salvation  near; 
e  When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 

Out  of  the  deadly  snare! 
p       3  When  shall  the  -sov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways, 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod. 
e      4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Does  but  enlarge  my  woe; 
p  My  spirit  languishes,  my  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 


40      PSALM  26,  27. 

7  O  keep  my  soul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name, 
e      8  With  humble  faith  I  wait, 

To  see  thy  lace  again; 
o  Of  Isra'l  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
d  He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM   26.      L.    M.     Quercy.     Bath.     [*] 
Self-Examination:  or,  Evidences  of  Grace. 

1    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways; 
«l  And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart; 

My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart, 
e  2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit, 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies; 

The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  my  eyes. 
o  3  Amongst  thy  saints  will  I  appear, 

With  hands  well  wash'd  in  innocence,; 
e  But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 
— 4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell; 
e  There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 

And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 
— 5  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood; 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 

Among  the  saints,  and  hear  my  God. 

PSALM  27.     CM.    First  Part.  Bedford.  [*] 
Ver.  1—6. — The  Church  our  Delight  and  Safety. 
1  rpIHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
JL     And  my  salvation  too; 
o  God  is  my  strength;  nor  will  I  fear 

What  all  my  fees  can  do. 
— 2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires— 
€      O  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 


PSALM  28,  29. 41 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 

And  there  inquire  thy  will, 
e  4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
—    There  may  his  children  hide; 
o  God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 

lie  makes  my  soul  abide, 
s  5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high, 

Above  my  foes  around; 
And  songs  cf  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  sound.  St.  Martin's, 

PSALM  28.  CM.  2nd  Part.  Barby.  St.Anns.[*} 
Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. — Prayer  and  Hope. 
1   QOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say,     ■ 
d       ©  "Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
— My  heart  reply 'd  without  delay, 
o      "I'll  seek  my  Father's  face.'* 
e  2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away; 
e  God  of  my  lite,  J  fly  to  thee, 

In  a  distressing  day. 
e  3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die; 
o  My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  supply. 
— 4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief — 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceivYu 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up; 
o  He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM  29.     L.  M.     Psalm  97,   [*] 
Storm  and   Thunder. 
1    |"^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 

\%  Give  to  the  Lord  rejiown  and  pow'i" 
Ascribe  clue  honours  tolus^ume, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 
U2 


48  PSALM  SO. 


o  2  The  Lord  proclaim  his  pow'r  aloud, 

Over  the  ocean  and  the  land; 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command, 
g  3  He  speaks,  and  tempest,  hail  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around; 
e  The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 

Leap  at  the  terrour  of  the  sound, 
g  4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  break; 

The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 

The  vallies  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sov'reign  on  the  flood, 

The  Thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king; 
— But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 

Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 
c  6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 

The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts; 
o  Amidst  the  raging  storm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  30.     L.  M.    2nd  Part.    Armley.    [b] 
Ver.  G. — Healthy  Sickness,  and  Recovery. 

1  TT^IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
_T  And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night; 

Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
d  "Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 
— 2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long; 
e  Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 
— 3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 
e  "What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood? 

"Deep  in  the  dust,  can  I  declare 

"Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there? 
— 4  "Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace!  I  said, 

"And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead:" 
o  Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 

Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 
—5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 

Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praises  now; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 

And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 


PSALM  31.  4S 

o  6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name; 
o  Thy  praise  shall  sound  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
— For  sickness  heal'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.  C.  M.  First  Part.  Canterbury,  [b] 
Ver.  5,  13 — 19,  22,  25.— Deliverance  from  Death, 

1  TNTO  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
-1.     My  spirit  I  commit; 

Thou  hast  redeem 'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  passions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintain'd  a  double  strife; 

o  While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspir'd, 
To  take  away  my  life. 

d  3  "My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cry'd, 

"Though  I  draw  near  the  dust;" 
—Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 

The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 
e  4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine; 
And  save  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

For  I'm  entirely  thine. 
— 6  Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  freel 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace, 
To  those  who  fear  thy  majesty, 

And  trust  thy  promises! 
o  7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 

And  sing  his  praises  loud; 
— He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 

And  recompense  the  proud. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     York.     [*.] 
V.  7-13,  18-21. -Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 
1  "\/|*Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
XtJL    My  God,  my  help,  my  trust; 
Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dust. 
p  2  'My  life  is  spent  with  grief,'  I  cry'd, 
'My  years  consum'd  in  groans; 
'My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  drv'd, 
'And  sorrow  wastes  mv  bones.' 


44  PSALM  32. 


e  3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 
Was  a  mere  proverb  grown; 
While  to  my  neighbours,  I  became 

Forgotten  and  unknown. 
4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  side 
Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round; 
.—I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 
7  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 
Let  me  forever  dwell; 
o  No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

"  PSALM    32.    S.  M.     Dover.     [*] 
Forgiveness  of  Si?is  upon  Confession. 
o       1  A  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 

\3  Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
b—    2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
^ heir  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 
e      3  WThile  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound; 
s-^Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 
p      4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

It,  M.    First  Part.    Green's.  Quercy.     [*] 
Repentance,  Justif  cation,  and  Sanctification. 

1  "O  LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 
J3  Whose  guilt  is  pardon 'd  by  his  God; 

Whose  sins,  with  sorrow,  are  confess'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  npt  his  iniquities; 

JHe  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
^nd  not  on  works,  but  grace  rejie«. 


PSALM  32,  33.  .    45 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well    gree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 
o  4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness, 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace, 
Thro'  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines. 

L.  M.     Second  Part.    Querqy.  Bath.     [*] 
Conscience  relieved  by  Confession  and  Pardon, 
e  1  '"t^THILE  I  keep  silence  and  conceal 
m    My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  does  my  conscience  feel, 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart! 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess; 

— Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pardoning  word, 
o  Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  every  humble  soul 
Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat; 

e  When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
— There  shall  they  hnd  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

e  When  days  grow  dark  and  storms  appear; 
— Ami  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 

PSALM  33.    CM.    1st  Part.  St.  Martin's,  [*]" 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
o  1  T|EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
5i\  This  work  belongs  to  you; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just  and  true! 
o  2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim; 
—His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 
3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  spread; 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 


46  PSALM  33. 


4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 

And  their  own  stations  keep. 
e  5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand: 
g  He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 

And  rests  on  his  command. 
6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs; 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 

And  in  full  glory  shines.  Jrundel. 

CM.   Second  Part.     Colchester.     Mear.     [*] 
Creatures  vain:  and  God  all-mfficient. 

1  T>LEST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
JL)  Has  fixed  his  gracious  throne; 

\Vhere  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  survey, 
Does  the  whole  world  behold; 

He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
d  3  Kings  are  not  rescu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies,  from  the  grave; 
Nor  speed,  nor  courage  pf  an  horse, 
Can  the  bold  rider  save. 
e  4  Vain  is  the  strength  of  beasts,  or  men, 

To  hope  for  safety  thence; 
o  But  holy  sculs  from  God  obtain 

A  strong  and  sure  defence. 
e  5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trust, 
When  plagues  or  famine  spread; 
His  watchful  eye  secures  the  just, 
Among  ten  thousand  dead. 
o  6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  bless  us  from  thy  throne; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  trust  thy  grace  alone. 
P.  M.     First  Part.     St.  Helen's.     [*] 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
0  \  "CTE  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice, 

JL  Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice, 


PSALM  33.  47 


Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true! 
—2  Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves; 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  spread: 
e  How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south'? 
— And  by  the  spirit  of  his  month 

Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 
3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  seas, 
Those  watery  treasures  know  their  place?, 
In  the  vast  store-house  of  the  deep: 
g  He  spake — and  gave  all  nature  birth: 
And  tires,  and  seas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 
His  everlasting  orders  keep. 
a  4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  povv'r, 
Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage: 
— Vain  are  their  thoughts,  and  weak  their  hands; 
g  But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  World  from  age  to  age. 

P.  M.     Second  Part".    Cumberland.    [#]' 
Creatures  vain:  and  Gon  all  sufficient. 
0  1   A  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\jf  Reveals  the  treasures  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne; 
*— His  eye  the  heathen  world  surveys, 

He  forni'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways; 
But  God,  their  Maker,  is  unknown. 
«l  2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  host, 

And  of  his  strength  the  champion  boast; 
In  vain  they  boast,  in  vain  rely: 
— In  vain  we  trust  the  brutal  force, 
Or  speed  or  courage  of  an  horse, 
To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 
e  3  The  eye  of  thy  compassion,  LdftL 
Does  more  secure  defence  afford, 

When  death,  or  dangers  threat'nirig  stand: 
0  Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  the  just, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trust, 
WThen  wars  or  famine  waste  the  land, 


48  PSALM  34, 


—  4  In  sickness,  or  the  bioody  field, 
Thou  our  Physician,  thou  our  shield, 
Send  us  salvation  from  thy  throne: 
e  We  wait  to  see  thy  goodness  shine; 

0  Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  34.     L.  M.     1st  Part.    Portugal.     [*] 
God's  Care  of  Saints:  or>  Deliverance  by  Prayer. 

01  1    ORD,  1  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 

_Li  Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song, 
—2  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name; 

I  sought  the  eternal  God,  and  he, 

Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 
e  3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears; 
—He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
>  And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  shine; 

A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine, 
o  5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents, 

Around  the  men  who  serve  the  Lord; 
— O,  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  saints, 

Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 

And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood; 
o  But  none  shall  seek  the  Lord  in  vain, 

Nor  want  supplies  of  real  good.        Islington. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     York.     St.  Martins.   [*] 
Ver.  11 — 22. — Exhortations  to  Faith  and  Holiness. 

1  flOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord; 
vJ  And  that  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  false,  or  spiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mischief,  practise  love, 
Pursue  the  work  of  peace; 

So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  souls  at  ease. 


P^ALM  35.  49 


3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry: 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 

The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

e  4  What  though  the  sorrows,  here  they  taste, 

Are  sharp  and  tedious  too; 
o  The  Lord,  who  saves  them  all  at  last, 

Is  their  supporter  now, 

e  5  Evil  shall  smite  the  wicked  dead; 
i —    But  God  secures  liis  own; 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

e  6  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  sinner  roils, 
o   Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeemed  their  soiils. 

PSALM  35.  CM.  2d  Part.  Hymn  2d.  Barby.  [*] 
Averse  12,  13, 14.    Love  to  Enemies:  David  and  Christ* 
e  1    XBEHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  love9 
_0     That  holy  David  shows; 
See  how  his  kind  affections"  move 
To  his  afflicted  foesf 

—2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains,- 
And  seems  to  feel  the  smart; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

e  3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 
As  for  a  brother  dead! 
And  fasting  mortify  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

d  4  They  groan,  and  curse  him  on  trfeir  bed, 
e      Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns: 
— And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

o  5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears; 
^-While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays/ 
e      And  pities  them  with  tears, 
E 


50  PSALM  26,  37. 

i  ■   i.  ■       m    *> 

—6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  King, 

Blest  and  belov'd  of  God, 
o  To  save  us  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 

Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 

PSALM  36.    L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Sheffield.  [*] 
Ver.  5 — 9.    Perfections,  Providence,  and  Grace  of  God. 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Jtl  Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs* 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thine  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 

o  But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
e  4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs! 
— The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast; 
o  There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 

And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste, 
o  6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord; 

And  in  thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see 

The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  ST.    CM.    1st  Part.    Wahal.  [b] 
Ver.  1 — 15.     Cure  of  Envy  t  Fretfulness,  and  Unbelief 
0  1  T/t^H^  should  I  vex  my  soul,  and  fret, 
f  ▼    To  see  the  wicked  rise? 
Or  envy  sinners,  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies? 
c  2  As  flowery  grass,  cut  down  at  nooiv 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades; 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon, 
In  everlasting  shades. 


PSALM  37.  51 


3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practice  all  that's  good; 
o  So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

—4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known, 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
o      And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

2  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  souls  are  giv'n.-—  Canterbury. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.    Abridge.  York.     [*] 
Ver.  16,  21 — 31.    Religion  in  Words  and  Deeds. 

1  "VE7HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 

it    And  grow  profanely  bold? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just, 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  designs  to  pay; 

The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives, 
Among  the  sons  of  need; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  slander,  or  defraud; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

6  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord, 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide; 

X«ed  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word,, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 


$2 PSALM   37,  38. 

p"  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand, 

Preserved  from  every  snare; 
They  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land, 

And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

C.  M.    Third  Part.     Colchester.  Arundel  [*] 
Ver.  23 — 37.    The  High-team  and  the  Wicked. 

1  Tk /|  Y  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
XtJL  Are  order'd  by  thy  will; 

Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  tp  see  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves; 

He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion  and  their  home> 

He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  blessings  long  to  come. 
e  5  The  haughty  sinner  I  have  seen, 

Not  fearing  man,  nor  God; 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 

Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 
?—6  And,  lo,  he  vanished  from  the  ground, 

Destroyed  by  hands  unseen; 
e  Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 

Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 
id  7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  several  steps  attend; 
O  True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 

And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM  38.     C.  M.    Plymouth,    [b] 
Guilt  of  Conscience  and  Belief. 
pi     1  MIDST  tljy  wrath  remember  love, 
J\.    Restore  thy  servant  Lord; 
Nor  let  a  father's  chast'ning  prove 

Like  an  avenger's  sword. 
6  Thine  arrows  stick  within  my  heart, 

My  flesh  is  sorely  prest; 
Between  the  sorrow  and  the  smart, 
My  spirit  finds  no  rest. 


PSALM  S9.  53 


t  %  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone;  ^ 

p  The  burden,  Lord,  I  cannot  bear, 
Nor  e'er  the  guilt  atone. 
4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea, 

My  head  still  bending  down; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 
— G  All  my  desire  to  thee  is  known, 
Thine  eye  counts  every  tear; 
And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan, 
Is  noticed  by  thine  ear. 
o  7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry; 
My  God  will  bear  my  spirit  up, 

When  Satan  bids  me  die.               -— m 
, s 1 j— 

PSALM  39.    C.  M.    First  Part.    Barby.  [*] 
Verse  1,2,  3.    Prudence  anil  Zeal. 
1  nnHUS  I  resolved  before  the  Lord-, 
d        A     "Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue; 
"Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
"Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

— 2  If  I  am  e'er  constraint  to  stay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel; 
Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take 

To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

o  4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over  aw'd; 
o  But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear, 

That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

CM.  Second  Part.  Bangor,  Canterbury,  [b] 
Verse  4,  5,  6,  7.    The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal, 
1  nnEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
A     Thou  Maker  of  my  frame; 


54  PSALM  39. 


J  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
e  2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 
e  3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain; 
o  They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
—    But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  wall?,  in  honour's  gaudy  show; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore; 
They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  ho  more. 

e  5  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust? 
c  They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
f—  6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recal; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 

C.  M.    Third  Part.    Dorset.    Bishofisgate.    [b] 

Ver.  9— 13.     Sick-bed  Devotion. 
P  1   |~^OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

vF    Behold  the  pains  I  feel; 
e  But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
—2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 
p  3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes; 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 
p  4  Crush'das  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
r       We  moulder  to  the  dust; 
pur  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand, 
Att$  ail  qui*  beauty's  lost. 


PSALM  40.  55 


— 6  I'm  bat  a  sojourner  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 
7  But  if  my  life  be  spared  a  while, 
Before  my  last  remove, 
o  Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  40.  CM.  1st  Part.  Abridge.  York,  [*j 
Vcv.  1,  'J,  3,  5,  17.  A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  Distress, 
e  1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord; 

JL  He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 
— 2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay; 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet, 

Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 
o  3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In  a  new  thankful  song. 
o  4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear; 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  apd  fear. 
t  5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great! 
— We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough, 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 
6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart; 
o  My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

P.M.    Second  Part.    Sunday.   Bethlahem,   [*] 

Ver.  6 — 9.     The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Christ. 
d  1  nPIHUS  saith  the  Lord,  "Your  work  is  vain, 
A     "Give  your  burnt  off'rings  o'er; 
f'ln  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  slain, 
f'My  soul  delights  no  more." 


56  PSALM  41. 


2  Then  spake  the  Saviour,  "jLo,  I'm  here; 
"My  God,  to  do  thy  will; 

"Whatever  thy  sacred  books  declare, 
"Thy  servant  shall  fulfil." 
o  4  And  see—the  blest  Redeemer  comes — 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears; 
And  at  the  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 
— 5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  show'd; 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteousness, 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 
e  6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart. 
He  pitied  sinner's  cries; 
And,  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 
p  7  No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 
Could  wash  the  conscience  clean; 
o  But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid 

Atones  for  all  our  sin. 
o  8  Then  was  the  great  salvation  spread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  shook; 
Thus  by  the  Woman's  Promis'd  Seed, 
The  serpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM  41.    L.  M.     Armley.     Shod.     [*] 
Ver.  X,  2,  3.    The  merciful  Man. 
1  T>LEST  is  the  man,  whose  bowels  move, 
-O     And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor; 
p  Whose  soul,  by  sympathising  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure. 
— 2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do; 
e  He,  in  a  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
— Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head; 

o  When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  death, 

Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 
e  4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
— God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n; 


PSALM  42.  57 


0  Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  42.  CM.  First  Part.   Plymouth,  [b] 
Ver.  1 — 5.     Desertion  and  Hope. 

1  "VM^ITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
e    "      My  God,  to  thee  I  look; 

— So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 

And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 
e   2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again? 
e  So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 

My  heart  endures  with  pain. 
3  Temptations'vex  my  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast; 
— The  foe  insults  without  control, 
d      "And  where's  your  God  at  last?" 
p  4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  our  work  was  praise. 
e  5  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far, 

Beneath  this  heavy  load? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 

And  sin  against  my  God? 
—6  Hope  in  the  ]Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
o  For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 

And  sing  restoring  love. 

L.  M.    Babylon.     [•] 
Ver.  6—11.    Hope  in  Affliction. 

p  1  "\j[Y  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord — 

—    JJfM.    But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind; 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

c  2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise, 
Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread; 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rising  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

— ~3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day; 


58  PSALM  44. 


Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove, 

The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 
e  4  I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet, 
d  And  say,  'My  God,  my  heav'nly  'Rock, 
p  'Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 

'The  soul  thai  groans  beneath  thy  stroke?' 
— 5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  sinks  so  low, 
e  Why  should  my  soul  indulge  in  grief? 
o  Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too; 

He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 
©  6  Thy  iight  and  truth  shall  guide  me  stilf; 

Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy.       

PSALM  44.  CM.    China.  Bedford,  [b] 
V.  1,2,3,8,15-26.  The  Church's  Complaint  in  Persecution. 

1  T  ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
JLi    Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days: — 

2  How  thou  didst  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gospel  known; 

©  Amongst  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 

Thy  light  and  glory  shone, 
o  3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng, 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 

And  grace  was  all  their  song, 
c  4  But  now  our  souls  are  seiz'd  with  shame, 

Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 

And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 
— 8  Awake,  arise,  Almighty  Lord, 

Why  sieeps  thy  wonted  grace! 
e  Why  should  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd, 

Or  bauish'd  from  thy  face? 
—11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  God; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 


PSALM  45.  59 


PSALM  45.     CM.     Arundel.  Mear.     [*] 
Glories  and  Government  oj  Christ. 
1  X'LL  speak  the  honours  of  my  King, 

X     His  form  divinely  fair; 
None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
b  2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed; 
— Thy  God  with  blessings  infinite 

Hath  crown'd  thy  sacred  head. 
g  3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 
Ride  with  majestic  sway; 
Thy  terrour  shall  strikt  through  thy  foes, 

And  make  the  world  obey. 
4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 
-*-5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still; 
e       But  mercy  is  thy  choice; 
u  And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill, 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 

L.M.    Second  Part.    Qfiorto,    Green's.    [*} 
Christ  and  his  Church, 
e  1  npHE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face! 

X     Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace! 
o  He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 

And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love, 
b  2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 

The  queen,  array'd  in  purest  gold; 
— The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress,- 

Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 

He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne: 
b  Fair  stranger,  let  thy  heart  forget 

The  idols  of  thy.  native  state. 
-*-4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice; 

Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 

For  he's  thy  Maker,  and  thy  Lord. 


60  1>SALM  46. 


s   5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 

To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies!" 

And  all  thy  sons,  a  numerous  train, 

Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign, 
g  6  Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head; 

Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread; 
—While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 

The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

PSALM  46.  L.M.  1st  Part.  Leeds.  Blendon.  [*] 
Church's  Safety  amidst  Desolatloi\s. 

1    £^i  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

V    When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 
o  2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl 'd, 

Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there; 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world; 

Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 
u  3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 
e  In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide; 
—While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'iy  shore, 
e  Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 
c  4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God; 
b  Lite,  love,  and  joy'still  gliding  through, 

And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 
— 5  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls: 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls- 
g  6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threat'ning  hour; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Bniit  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  powV. 

L.M.    Second  Part.     Blendon.     [*] 
God  fights  for  his  Church. 
o  1  T  ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

Xi    Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise; 
g  He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
t    The  nations  melt — the  tumult  dies, 


PSALM  47.  61 


o  2  The  Lord,  of  old,  for  Jacob  fought; 

And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid: 
e  Behold  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought; 
a  What  desolations  he  has  made  ! 
o  3  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 

He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease; 
g  When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 
s  4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear; 

Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame: 
p  Keep  silence,  all  the  earth, — and  hear 

The.  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 
d  5  "Be  still — and  learn  that  I  am  God! 

"I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands; 

"I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 

"But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands." 
e  6  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 
e  While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
— Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
o   Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM  47.    C.  M.     Christmas.    Anmdel.     [*] 

Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 
o  1   4^|  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy, 
vJ    To  God  the  sov'reign  King! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 
—2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high, 
His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets  joyful  sound. 
o  3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King., 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains: 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
e  4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound, 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 
—5  In  Isra'l  stood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
F 


62  PSALM  48. 


o    But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 
6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known; 
g  While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  swords, 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  48.  S.M.  IstPart.  Dover.  Peckham.  [*] 
V.  1—8.  The  Churchy  the  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  Nation, 
HEAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 


XG' 


And  let  his  praise  be  great, 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 
b      2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand! 
~ The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
o  The  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

—  3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress; 
e  How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 
Through  all  her  palaces! 

—  4  When  kings  against  her  join'd, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there; 
d  In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
o  They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

—  6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 
7  In  ev'ry  new  distress 
-*""      We'll  to  his  house  repair; 
We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  beek  deliv'rance  there. 

S.  M.  Second  Part.  Kibiuorth.  St.  Thomas. 
Ver.  10—14.     Gospel  Worship  and  Order. 
1  "I^AR  as  thy  name  is  known, 
Jl      The  world  declares  thy  praise; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 
o      2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hiUf 


PSALM  49. 


o  Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counsels  of  thy  will, 
e    3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell; 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 
c     4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows,-^ 
d        And  make' a  fair  report. 
5  How  decent  and  how  wise! 
How  glorious  to  behold! 
. — Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes; 

And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 
o    6  The  God  we  worship  now, 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

PSALM  49.   CM.    First  Part.    Walsal.  [b] 
Ver.  C — 14.    The  Vanity  of  Life  and  Riches, 
1  \/C/'HY  does  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  ?      To  insolence  and  pride, 
To  see  his  wealth  and  honours  flow, 

With  every  rising  tide? 
4  Not  all  his  treasure  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve; 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour* 

Or  make  his  brother  live. 
6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
d      "My  house  shall  ever  stand; 
"And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
— 8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way: 
And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 

And  act  their  works  again. 
9  Men,  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
If  honour  raise  them  high, 
e  Live  like  the  beast,  a  thoughtless  race, 
a      And  like  the  beast  they  die. 


H PSALM  49,  50. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     York.     [*] 

Ver.  14,  15.     Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

1  "TtTE  sons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  just, 

X      And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
g      Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 
o  2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene, 
e       When  will  that  hour  appear? 
When  shall  the  just  revive  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  here? 
— 3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

When  sep'rate  from  the  flesh; 
o   And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 

To  raise  my  bones  afresh, 
s  4  Heav'n  is  my  everlasting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure; 
— rLet  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
e       But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM  50.  C.  M.  1st  Part.  Mear.  Windsor,  [b] 
Ver.  1 — 6.     The  last  Judgment. 

1  fllHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
d        JL     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh; 

— The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
d       "Judgment  will  ne'er  begin;" 
—No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 

To  impudence  and  sin. 
g  3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come; 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 

Lead  on  the  dreadful  day! 
i — 4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come; 
g  And  earth  and  hell  shall  know,  and  fear, 

His  justice  and  their  doom, 
d  5  "But  gather  all  my  saints>"  he  cries, 

"Who  made  their  peace  with  God, 
"By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 

**And  sealed  it  with  his  blood, 


PSALM  50. 65 

6  "Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

"Shall  make  the  world  confess, 
"My  sentence  of  reward  is  right; — 

"And  heav'n  adore  my  grace.'* 

L.  M.     Geneva.    Babylon,     [b] 
Hypocrisy  exposed. 
1    npHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns;, 
JL     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

d  2  Wretches!  they  dare  rehearse  his  name, 
With  lips  of  falsehood  and  deceit; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  soothe  and  flatter  those  they  hate. 

«=3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  seek  their  Maker's  face; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abuse  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DefiPd  with  lust,  defiPd  with  blood; 

By  night  they  practise  every  sin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  secure,  and  sin  the  more; 
They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

e  6  O  dreadful  hour,  when  God  draws  near, 
And  sets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes! 

a  His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rise. 

P.  M.   Second  Part.    Walworth,    [*] 
The  last  Judgment. 
1  PT'HE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth, 
A  Calls  the  south  nations,and  awakes  the  north; 
From  east  to  west  the  sov'reign  orders  spread, 
Thro'  distant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumfiet  sounds; hell  trembles;  heavenrejoice 
Lift  up,  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful  x 
F2 


•s: 
nces. 


66  PSALM  50. 


2  No  more  shall  Atheists  mock  his  long  delay; 

His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more;  behold  the  day: 

Behold  the  Judge  descend;  his   guards  are  nigh; 

Tempests  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adere  him; 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "Heav'n, earth, and  hell  draw  near: — Let  all  things  come, 
"To  hear  my  justice,  and  the  sinner's  doom! 
"But  gather  first  my  saints,"  the  Judge  commands; 
"Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant  lands." 

When  Christ  returns,  wake  evWy  cheerful  passion ; 

And  shouts  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your  salvation. 

4  "Behold,  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
"Seal'd  by  the  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 

"And  sign'd  with  all  their  names; — the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
"Who  paid  the  ancient  worship,  or  the  new." 

There's  no  distinction  here ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raise  your  heads,  ye  saints;  J  or  heaven  rejoices. 

5  "Here,"  saith  theLord,"ye  angels,  spread  their  thrones, 
"And  near  me  seat  my  fav 'rites  and  my  sons. 
"Come,  my  redeem'd,  possess  the  joys  prepar'd 
"Ere  time  began;  'tis  your  divine  reward." 

When  Christ  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  passion; 
And  shouts  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your  salvation. 

pause.       Ltandaff. 

7  "Stand  forth,thoubold  blasphemer, and  profane, 
"Now  feel  my  wrath.norcalliny  threat'ningsvain: 
"Thou  hypocrite,  once  drest  in  saints  attire — 
"I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire." 
Judgment  proceeds;  hell  trembles;  heaven  rejoices: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

10  "Can  I  beftatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"Thy  solemn  chatt'rings  and  fantastic  vows? 
"Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  vestments  to  behold, 
"Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold.'*" 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts;  no  fair  disguises 
Can  screen  the  guilty ',  when  Ins  vengeance  rises. 


PSALM  51.  67 


11  "Unthinking  wretch!  how  couldst  thou  hope  to  please 
••A  God,  a  Spiiit,  with  such  toys  as  these? 
"While  with  my  grace  and  statutes  on  thy  tongue, 
"Thou  lov'st  deceit,  and  dost  thy  brother  wrong." 

Judgment  proceeds;  hell  trembles;  heaven  rejoices; 

■Lift  UP  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

13  "Silent  I  waited,  with  long-suff'ring  love: 
"But  didst  thou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er  reprove? 
"And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
"That  the  All- Holy  would  indulge  thy  sin?" 
See,  God  a/i/iearsl  all  nature  joins  t'  adore  him: 
Judgment  proceeds ,  and  sinners  fall  before  him. 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wise! 

Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise. 

Change  your  vain  thoughts,  yoiu>  crooked  works  amend; 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
27/en  join,  ye  saints;  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  passion; 
When  Christ  returns,  he  comes  for  your  salvation. 

PSALM  51.  L.M.  IstPart.  Carthage  .Geneva,  [b] 

Ji  Penitent  pleading-  Jar  Pardon. 

p  1    QHEVV  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive; 

C3     Let  a  repenting  rebel  live: 
e  Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

—2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 

The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
g  Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
— So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
p  Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

e  4  My  lips  wiih  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace: 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn M,  but  thou  art  ciear. 

o   5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
e  1  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 


63  PSALM  511 


e  And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
— Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
e  6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
— Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word* 
o  Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

L.  M.    Second   Part.    Armley.     Geneva,     [hj 
Original  and  actual  Sin  covjessed. 

f   1  T  ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
JLi   And  born  unholy  and  unclean; 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath. 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death: 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'rv  part. 

d  4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace: 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 
5  No  bleeding  bird,  ncr  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

— 6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone: 

o  Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 

No  Jewish  types  can  cleanse  me  so.  * 

J,.  M.    Third  Part.     Gloucester.     Bath.     [*] 
The  Penitent  restored. 

e   1    d~\  THOU,  who  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
\-J     Tho'  ail  my  crimes  before  tiiee  lie, 
Behold  them  nut  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

—2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

p  6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just; 


PSALM  51,  53. 69 

.Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 
— 7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 

Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace; 
o  I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 

And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue! 
p  Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song; 
s  And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

C.  M.    2d  Part.     Bishafisgate.  Canterbury,  [b] 

Repentance,  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Christ. 
1  £\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

\J     My  load  of  guilt  remove; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 
—2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace; 
o      Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
o  Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 

And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 
£  3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone: 
o  The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 

Sufficient  and  alone. 
— 4  A  soul  opprest  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 

Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

PSALM  53.     CM.     Mear.     [*] 
Yer.  4 — 6.     Victory  and  Deliverance  from  Persecution » 

1  A  RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
J\-    Who  thus  devour  her  saints? 

Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints? 

2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise; 
For  God's  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  them  who  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 
Of  armies  in  array; 


70  PSALM  55. 


When  God  has  first  despis'd  their  host, 

They  fall  an  easy  prey. 
4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore! 
Jacob  with  all  the  tribes  shall  sing. 

And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  55.    CM.     Canterbury,     [b] 

V.  1—8,  16,17,18,22.     Support  for  the  afflicted  and 

tempted  Soul. 

e  4  O  WER^  *  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

\-J  And  innocence  had  wings; 
— I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  these  restless  things. 
e  5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home; 
Where  storms  of  malioe  never  blow, 

Temptations  never  come. 
—6  Vain  hopes — and  vain  inventions  all, 
e      To  'scape  the  rage  of  hell! 
■—The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 

Can  save  me  here  as  well. 
o  7  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 

Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
o   8  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid: 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 

If  he  command  their  aid. 
—9  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all: 
My  courage  rests  upon  his  word, 

That  saints  shall  never  fall.  — — t 

S.  M.    Aylesbury.     [*] 
y.  15,  16,  17,  19,22.    Dangerous  Prosperity:  or  Daily 

Devotion, 
e       IT  ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
JLd  And  choose  the  road  to  death; 
—But  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath, 


PSALM  56.  71 


2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

W  hen  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 
o      3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God: 
e  While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 

Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
p      4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel. 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
—5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 
o      6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love: 
g  The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 

PSALM  56.     CM.     Wantage,     [b] 
God's  Care  of  his  People,  in  answer  to  Prayer. 
e  1  i~|  THOU,  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
\-J  And  makes  th*  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try, 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
3  In  God  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 
— 6  God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 

A  bottle  for  my  tears. 
7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee; 
o  So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky, 

So  near  is  God  to  me. 
— 9  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord;- 
Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise: 


r2 PSALM  57,  58. 

•o   I'll  sing,  "How  faithful  is  thy  word; 

How  righteous  all  thy  ways!" 
*—10  Thou  hast  secur'd  my  soul  from  death, 
e       O  set  a  pris'ner  freef 
o  That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 

May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM  57.  L.M.  Old  Hundred.  Blendon,     £*} 
Praise  for  Protection,  Grace  and  Truth. 

1  "V/f  Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
iTJL  Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown, 
€  Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 

'Till  the  dark,  cloud  be  overblown. 
—2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform; 
o  He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves   me  from  the  threat'ning  storm, 
— 4  My  heart  is  fix'd;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honours  to  his  name: 
o  Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise;  * 

My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
g  5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 
s   6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 

Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM  58.    P.M.     St.  Helen'*.     [*J 

Warning  to  Magistrates. 

1  XUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
4f    Will  ye  despise -the  righteous  cause, 
When  one  oppress'd  before  you  stands? 

Dare  yc  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  'scape  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hand4^ 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too? 

g       High  in  the  heav'ns  his  justice  reigns: 


PSALM  60. 


—Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 
To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains, 
o  5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky; 
—Their  gi-andeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run: 

c   Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime, 

Or  births  that  come  before  their  time; 

Vain  births  that  never  see  the  sun. 

o   6  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 

Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford; 
—    And  all  who  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
d  "Sure  there's  a  God  who  rules  on  high; 
"A  God  who  hears  his  children  cry, 
"And  will  their  suff 'rings  well  repay." 

PSALM  60.     C.  M.    Plymouth,     [b] 
V.  1 — 5, 10 — 12.  Humiliation  for  Disappointments  in  War. 
e  1  T  ORD,  hast  thou  cast  the  nation  off? 
Ai    Must  we  forever  mourn? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath? 

Shall  mercy  ne'er  return? 
2  The  terrour  of  one  frown  of  thine, 

Melts  all  our  strength  away; 
Like  men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  dismay. 
p  3  Our  nation  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 
And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand! 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  save  the  sinking  land, 
o  4  Lift  up  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  who  fear  thy  name; 
o   Defend  thy  people  with  thy  shield, 

And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 
—5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
Their  guardian  and  their  God; 
In  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod.     ' 
o  6  Our  troops  shall  gain  a  wide  renown <, 

By  thine  assisting  hand: 
g  'Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  stand. 
G 


74 PSALM  61,  62. 

PSALM  61.    S.  M.    Aylesbury,    [b*] 
Ver.  1—6.     Safety  in  God. 
p  1  X^HEN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 
f  ▼      My  heart  within  me  dies; 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
e       2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock, 

That's  high  above  my  head; 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 
—    3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
0       4  Thou  gives t  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  namej 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

PSALM  62.    L.  M.     Bath.    [*] 
Ver.  5 — 12.    No  trust  in  the  Creatures;  but  in  God. 

1  "\J"Y  spirit  looks  to  God  alone; 

JJIM.  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne: 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways; 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face: 

e  When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 

o  God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

e  3  False  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 

The  baser  sort  are  vanity; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 

Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 
■ — 4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 

Nor  set-  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust; 

Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 

And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke? 
e  5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 

Once  and   again  my  ears  have  heard: 
0  "All  po-wer  is  his  eternal  clue; 

"Me  must  be  fear'd  and  trusted  too." 


PSALM  63. 


— 6  For  sov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne: 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward, 

PSALM  63.  CM.  1st  Part.  Sunday.  Bar  by.  [*] 
Ver.  I,  2,  5,  3,  4.    The  Morning  of  the  Lord's  Day, 
o  1  T^ARLY»  my  God,  without  delay, 
Jui     I  haste  to  seek  thy  face; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
e  2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 
Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 
g  3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine; 
o  My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour? 

That  vision  so  divine. 
—4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 
Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
o  5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  best  passions  move; 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

s  6  Thus,  'till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
—Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
o      And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

L.  M.    Moreton.     Shod.     [*] 
Delight  in  God  and  his  Worship. 
e  1  i^REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
—     xJT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 
2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God; 
And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties — 
Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood? 


76  PSALM  63. 


e  3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look; 
As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

o  4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face: 

— Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  povv'r  of  sov'reign  grace. 

o  5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines,  that  tempt  our  taste, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 
Could  makje  me  so  divinely  blest, 
Or  raise  my  cheerful  passions  so. 

s  8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray,  or  praise; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

S.  M.    Newton.     [*] 
Seeking-  God. 
1  TkM Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
lvJL  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 
&      4  For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford; 
- — No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this. 

To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 
e      5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praise  thee  while  I  live; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast 
Such  food  or  pleasure  give, 
e       6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are» 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 
—    7  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies; 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
o      8  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps; 


PSALM  65.  77 


I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

PSALM  65.  L.M.  IstPart.  Wcldon.Quercy.  [*]' 
Yen  1 — 5.    Public  Prayer  and  Praise. 
1HE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 


i  rpi 


My  God;  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 

There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 
p  2  O  thou  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 

To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray, 
o  All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  grateful  isles  of  every  sea. 
q  5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays: 

Babel  prepare  for  long  distress; 

When  Zion's  God  himself  arrays, 

In  terrour,  and  in  righteousness. 
g  6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  afflicted  saints  request; 

And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 

His  love  to  give  his  churches  rest. 
3  7  Then  shall  _the  flocking;  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord; 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun, 

Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.    JVantwkh.     Truro.     [*J 
Ver.  5 — 13.     Divine  Providence  and  Grace. 

2  j~|N  God  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Vr  Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends; 

Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Address  their  'frighted  souls  to  God; 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  distance  from  tlie  shore. 

4  He  bids  the  noisy  tempest  cease, 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace; 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds  and  loud  as  waves, 
8  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice, 

G  2 


S  PSALM  65. 


To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  show'rs, 

Laden  with  fruit,  and  dress'd  in  flow'rs. 

10  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 

Abundant  food  the  vallies  yield; 

The  vallies  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 

O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  shine: 

Thro'  every  month  chy  gifts  appear; 

Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year! 
CM.     First  Part.      Colchester.    Mear.    [»] 
Prayer  heard  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  TjiRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee; 
XT    There  shall  our  vows  be  paid: 

Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray, 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 
e  2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

—  But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine; 

o  And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  skill. 

To  conquer  ev'ry  sin. 
—3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose, 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 
e  4  In  answ'ring  what  thy  church  requests, 
Thy  truth  and  terrour  shine; 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 

—  Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wond'ring  nations  see, 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 
o  And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee. 

And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 
g  6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  signs  in  heav'n  appear; 
o  But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

CM.    Second  Part.    Bedford.  Arundel.     [*] 
Providence  in  Jiir,  Earth  and  Sea. 
1  }nplS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
A    God  of  eternal  povv'i; 


PSALM  66.  79 


The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 

And  tempests  cease  to  roar, 
o  2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 

Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 
— 3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  show'rs, 

The  author  is  Divine. 
4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
o  5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 

Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  66.    G.  M.  First  Part.   Devizes.     [*] 

Governing  God.-  or9  our  Grace  tried. 
s   1   QING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
^    Sing  with  a  joyful  noise; 
With  melody  of  sounds  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 
— 2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  shakes  the  sky, 
e      "How  terrible  art  thou! 

"Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
"Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
g  5  He  rules  by  his  resistless  might: 
a      Will  rebel  mortals  dare, 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war! 
o  6  O  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease; 
Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise: 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

—7  Lord,  thou  hast  prov'd  our  suff'ring  souls., 
To  make  our  graces  shine; 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  r?fiue. 


$0 PSALM  66,  67. 

g  8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  possess  the  promis'd  place, 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

CM.    Second  Part.    Barby.     [*] 
Ver.  13 — 20.    Praise  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer* 

1  l^JOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
J^l  To  that  almighty  Pow'r, 

Who  heard  the  long  requests  j  made, 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known; 

Come  ye,  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 

The  wonders  he  has  done. 
p  3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heavenly  aid; 
o  He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 

And  death's  eternal  shade. 
p  4  If  sin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue; 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard. 

Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 
o  5  But  God,  his  name  be  ever  blest, 

Has  set  my  spirit  free; 
< — Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  request, 

Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM  67.    C.  M.    Bedford.    [*] 

Prosperity,  Temporal  and  Spiritual, 
HINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine, 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
o  Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coasts, 

And  shew  thy  smiling  face. 
e  3  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad? 
And  distant  nations  know,  and  love, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 
p  4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
0       Sinp;  loud  with  solemn  voice; 
|  Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
4nd  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 


S1 


PSALM  68.  81 


g  5  He  the  great  Lord,  the  sov'reign  Judge, 

Who  sits  enthron'd  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 

Injustice  and  in  love. 
—6  Earth  shall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increase; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land* 

WTith  fruitfulness  and  peace, 
o  7  God  the  Redeemer  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favours  here! 
g  While  the  Creation's  utmost  bound 

Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  68.  L.M.  1st  Part.  Blendon.  Truro.  [*1 
V.  1 — 6;  32 — 35.  Tlie  Vengeance  and  Compassion  of  God. 

1  T  ET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
JLi  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight; 

As  smoke  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies, 

Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 
g  3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky; 

His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high: 
s  Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace; 

Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 
e  4  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 

Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress; 

In  him  the  poof-  and  helpless  find. 

A  judge  most  just,  a  father  kind, 
—5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 

And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again; 
€  But  rebels,  who  dispute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still, 
g  7  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms; 

How  terrible  is  God  in  arms! 
—In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 

Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
o  8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  blest, 

He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest: 
g  When  terrours  rise,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.    Brentford.  Green's.   [*] 

Yer.  17,  18.    Christ's  Ascension,  and  Gift  of  the  Spirit,. 

1   T  ORD,  wneu  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 

JLi  Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky; 


62 PSALM  68,  69. 

Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

g  2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

p  3  How  bright  the  triumph  none,  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains — like  captives — led. 

s  4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 

g  That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

L.  M.    Third  Part.     Weldon.    Leeds.     [*] 
Y.  19,  9,  20,  21,  22.      Common  and  Spiritual  Mercies, 

1  "Vi/^  bless  the  Lord,  the  just  and  good, 

f  ▼    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food; 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 
To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  *Tis  to  his  pare  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death: 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 

He  helps  the  weak  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love: 

c  Bat  the  wide  difference  that  remains, 

a  Is  endless  joys  and  endless  pains. 

p  6  His  own  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise, 

From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  seas; 

And  bring  them  to  his  courts  abo,ve, 

There  to  enjoy  his  perfect  love. 

PSALM  69.    CM.    3d  Part.    Bethlehem.     [*] 
Christ's  Obedience  and  Death. 
1  T^ATHER,  1  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 

A      I  bless  my  Saviour's  name; 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame* 


PSALM  69.  83 


2  His  deep  distress  Iihs  rais'd  us  high: 
0      His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulfiU'd  the  law,  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 
— 3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 
Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp's  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound \ 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 
o  4  This  shall  his  humble  foll'wers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest; 
—They,  by  his  death,  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  for  ever  blest, 
s  5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high1,- 
To  God  their  voices  raise; 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t*  advance  his  praise. 
g  6  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God; 
Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates: 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood/ 

For  thine  own  Israel  waits.       St.  Asafitis. 

L.  M.    First   Part.     Dresden.   .Armley.     [b*f 

Christ's  Passion,  and  Sin?ier%3  Salvation. 
e  1  TT|EEP  in  our  hearts,  let  us  record 

3J  The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord; 
a  Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul, 
e  2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
— While  hosts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 

And  all  the  sons  of  malice,  join, 

To  execute  their  curst  design, 
o  3  Yet,  gracious  God,  tliy  pow'r  and  love 

Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove; 
—Those  dreadful  suff'rings  of  thy  Son 

Aton'd  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 

The  honours  of  thy  law  restor'd,  i 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 

And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 
p  5  O,  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 

And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live! 
o  The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 

Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame. 


34  PSALM  69,  71 


L.  M.   Second  Part.     Geneva.    Carthage,    [b] 
Ver.  7,  &c.    Christ's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 

1  ^HTIWAS  for  our  sake,  eternal  God, 
JL   Thy  Son  sustain'd  that  heavy  load 

Of  base  reproach  and  sore  disgrace, 

And  shame  defiPd  his  sacred  face. 

4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 

Consum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood; 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

H<  felt,  ?.nd  mourn'd  them  as  his  own. 
e  5  His  tViehcfs  forsook,  his  followers  fled, 

While  foes  and  arms  surround  his  head; 

They  curse  him  with  a  sland'rous  tongue, 

And  the  false  judge  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 

Aivi  charge  his  lips  with  blasphemies: 
a  They  nail  nim  to  the  shameful  tree;-— 
p  There  hung  the  man  who  died  for  me! 
e  7  [Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  stones 

Insult  his  piety  and  groans; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 

And  mock'd  his  thirst  with  vinegar.] 
— 8  But  God  beheld;  andr  fFom  his  throne 

Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son: 
o  The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 

Shall  pour  forth  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM  71.    CM.    First  Part.     York.    [*} 
Ver.  5 — 9.     The  aged  Saint's  Reflections  and  Hope. 

1  A/JY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
ItJl    I  live  upon  thy  truth; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strerrgthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flesh  was  fashion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 
With  all  these  limbs  of  mine; 

And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen, 
Repeated  ev'ry  year; 

Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 


PSALM  71. 121 

4  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  arise; 
— And  round  me  let  thy  glories  shine, 

When'er  thy  servant  dies. 
o  5  Then  in  the  hist'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in   ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line — thy  praise. 

CM.    Second  Part.     Barby.    Sunday.     [*] 
V.  15, 14,  16,  23,  22,  24.     Christ  our  Strength  and  Right* 
eousness. 
1  A/f"Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
.iVl     When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
e  Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 
— 2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thv  goodness  I  adore; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 
o  3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father  God. 
p  '4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
—I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness; 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 
o  5  H-^w  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  vict'ries  of  my  King! 
My  soul  redeem 'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

CM.  Third  Part.    Hymned.  Canterbury,  [b] 

Ter.  17 21.     The  aged  Christian's  Prayer  and  Song. 

1   f^i  QD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

\X    The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 
p  2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years? 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 
H 


122  PSALM  7% 


3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  surviving  age, 

And  leave  the  savour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove; 

— O  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 

Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love! 
7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down, 

Securely  to  the  grave. 
e  8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dust, 
—    My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care; 
e  These  with 'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 
o       To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 

PSALM  72.  L.  M.  lst.Part.  Gfwrto.  Aannvich,  [*] 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 

1  |^i REAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 

\Jf  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey; 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands; 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

o  3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  just, 

And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust; 
e  His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 

'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 
b  4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down; 

His  grace,  on  fainting  souls,  distils, 

Like  heav'nly  dew,  on  thirsty  hills. 
—5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 

The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
o  Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light; 

And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 
o  6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 

Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
g  Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 

Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


PSALM  72,  73.  12S 


L.  M.  Second  Part.  Sheffield.  Leeds.  [*] 
Christ's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1    TESUS  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun 
J    Does  his  successive  journies  run; 

His  kingdom  "'fetch  from  shore  to  shore, 

'Till  moon.-  ^all  wax  and  wane  no  more, 
o  2  (Behold  die  islands,  with  their  kings, 

And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings; 

From  North  to  South  the  princes  meet, 

To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
g  3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold; 

There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold; 

And  barbarous  nations,  at  his  word. 

Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.) 
— 4  For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made,    . 

And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head; 

His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 

With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 
b  5  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 

Dwell  on  his  love,  with  sweetest  song; 

And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 

Their  early  blessings  on  his  name, 
o  6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 

The  prison'r  leaps  to  loose  his  chains; 

The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 
— 7  ;Where  he  displays  his  healing  pow'r, 

Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more; 

In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost, 
g  8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise— -and  bring 

Peculiar  honours  to  their  King: 

Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 

And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.) 

PSALM  73.  C.  M.  Second  Part.  St.  Ann's.  [*] 
Ver.  23 — 28.  God  our  Portion,  here  and  hereajter. 
1   tf^lOD,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Hope, 

JJ  My  Help  forever  near; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 


1524  PSALM  73. 


2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 
e  3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
e  4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 
o  God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 
p  5  Behold,  the  sinners  who  remove 
Far  from  thy  presence — die; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love," 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 
—6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
o  My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
u       And  tell  the  world  my  joy.  Reading. 

L  M.  Geneva.  Babylon,  [b] 
Vcr.  22,  3,  6,  17 — 20.  The  Prosperity  cf  Sinners  cursed. 
e  1  T  ORD,  what  a  .hougiuless  wretch  was  1, 
3-A  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked,  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride,  and  robes  of  honour,  shine? 
p  2  But,  oh,  their  end — their  dreadful  end! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: 
On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 
d  3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 
— I'll  never  envy  them  again; 
d    There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
a  'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 
e  4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fast  they  flee! 
Just  hke  a  dream,  when  man  awakes: 
Tbpir  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 
— o  Now  1  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine,  ] 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  thy  blood; 
o  Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


PSALM  73,  74.  125 


S.  M.  Aylesbury,   [b] 
The  Mystery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

1  OURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
^  Nor  is  religion  vain; 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud* 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine; 

While  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  shine, 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  suspense; 

*Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought; 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 
Did  my  mistakes  amend; 

I  view'd  the  sinners  lives  before, 

But  here  I  learn  their  end. 
p  9  On  what  a  slipp'ry  steep, 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go! 
a  And,  oh,  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 

That  waits  their  fall  below! 
e  10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine; 
— I  call  my  God  my  portion  now; 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 


PSALM  74.  C.  M.  Wantage.  [*] 
The  Churthyin  JlfflictioU)  pleading  with  Gob. 
1  TX7ILL  God  forever  cast  us  off? 
▼  ▼     His  wrath  forever  smoke— 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock? 
e  2  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought, 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood, 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood, 
o  3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  haste;, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
e  See  what  a  wide,  and  fearful  wasts 
Is  made  within  thy  walls* 

m 


126  PSALM  75,  76. 

p  9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme! 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  song, 
And  bear  immortal  shame? 
e  11  What  strange  deliv'rance  hast  thou  shown, 

In  ages  long  before? 
— And  now,  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 
16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 

And  vex  thy  mourning  dove.  — 

PSALM  75.  L.  M.     Blendon.     [*] 
Power  and  Government  Jrom  God  alone. 
1  fT*  )  tnee,  most  Holy  and  most  High, 

JL  To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praise; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

4  Let  haughty  sinners  sink  their  pride; 
Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head; 
But  lay  their  fo<  lish  thoughts  aside, 

And  own  the  powers  that  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow; 

'Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advance; 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth, 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne; 
God,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth, 

Will  rise,  and  make  his  ju  tice  known.  — 

PSALM  76.   C.    \1.     Bedford.     [*] 
God  in  Zion  terrible  to  her  Enemies* 
1  TN  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known, 

JL    His  name  in  Israel  great; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  seat. 

o  3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
And  b-oke  the  threat'ning  spear; 
The  bow,  th^  arrows,  and  the  sword, 
And  crush'd  th*  Assyrian  war. 


PSALM  77.  127 


e  4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  else, 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey? 
— The  hill,  on  which  Jehovah  dwells, 
o      Is  glorious  more  than  they. 
e  7  What  pow'r  can  stand  before  his  sight, 

When  once  his  wrath  appears? 
a  When  Heav'n  shines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
a      The  earth  lies  still  and  fears. 
— 8  When  God,  in  his  own  sov'reign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  th'  opprest; 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 

And  he'll  restrain  the  rest.  ■■  ■ 

PSALM  77.   C.  M.    First  Fart.  Abridge,   [b] 

Melancholy  and  Hope. 
e  1  npO  God  I  cry'd  witn  mournful  voice, 
X    I  sought  his  gracious  ear; 
In  the  sad  day  when  troubles  rose, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
p  2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  soul  refused  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
c  7  Will  he  forever  cast  me  off? 

His  promise  ever  fail? 
p  Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love? 

Shall  anger  still  prevail? 
— 8  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 
This  dark  despairing  frame; 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought; 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 
o  9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er; 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 
o  10  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne; 
—     And  men  who  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     Wavfage.     [*1 
Israel  brought  jrom  Egypt  to  Canaan. 
e  1  "TTOW  awful  is  thy  chast'ning  rod"— 
XJL  (May  thine  own  children  say) 


128  PSALM  78. 


"The  great,  the  wise,  the  dreadful  God! 
"How  holy  in  his  way!" 
—3  Long  did  the  house  of  Joseph  lie, 
With  Egypt's  yoke  opprest; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 

Nor  gave  his  people  rest. 
4  The  sons  of  good  old  Jacob  seem'd, 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes; 
o  But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 

The  nation  that  he  chose. 
—5  Israel,  his  people  and  his  sheep, 
Must  follow  where  he  calls; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep* 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls! 
e  6  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  saw  thee  come; 
u  Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  stood, 
o      To  make  thine  armies  room. 
—7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  sea, 
Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  unknown; 
Terrours  attend  the  wondrous  way, 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down.  — 

PSALM  78.   C.    M.  First  Part.  Mcar.  [*] 
Providence  of  God  rehearsed  to  Children. 
»1  T  ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 

JLi  Which  God  perform 'd  of  old; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace; 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  ev'ry  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 
And  they  again  to  their's; 

That  generations,  yet  unborn, 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands; 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands. 


PSALM    78.  129 


C.  iVJ.    Second  Part.     China,     [b*] 
Israel's  Rebellion  and  Punishment. 

1  |~|  WHAT  a  stiff  rebellious  house 
vJ  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race! 

False  to  their  own  most  solemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  despise; 

Forgot  the  •',  orks  he  wrought,  to  prove, 
His  pow'r  before  their  eves. 

3  They  saw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light, 
From  his  revenging  hand; 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  stubborn  land! 

4  They  saw  him  cleave  the  mighty  sea, 
And  march'd  with  safety  through; 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'scaped  the  foe. 

(5  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  shade  and  light; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  shelt'ring  cloud, 

A  leading  fire  by  night. 
6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirst  supply'd 

The  gushing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  side, 

A  constant  miracle.) 
e  7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  most  high, 

And  dar'd  distrust  his  hand: 
d  "Can  he  with  bread  our  host  supply, 

"Amidst  this  desert  land?" 
8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
g      And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame; 
His  terrours  ever  stand  prepar'd, 

To  vindicate  his  name. 

L.  M.     Bath,     [b] 

Ver.  32,  &c. — Saints  corrected  and  saved, 

1   piREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove, 

V*  By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  love? 
There,  in  a  glass,  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  they  be. 


130  PSALM  80. 


2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face; 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  trust  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  consum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain; 

A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  strength,  and  spent  their  days. 

4  Oft,  when  they  saw  their  brethren  slain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  sought  the  Lord  again; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rise, 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  solemn  lies; 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  did  his  sov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men,  who  ne'er  deserv'd  to  live: 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd 

Or  else  with  gentie  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  saw  temptation  still  prevail; 

The  God  of  Abraham  lov'd  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM  80.     L.  M.     Dresden.    More  ton.  [b] 
The   Church  in  AJli6tion. 

1   pi  RE AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 

iX  Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 

And  ledst  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 

Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep: — 
e  2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  desert  now; 
— Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  it  thro'; 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore; 

We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 
e  5  Hast  thou  not  planted,  with  thy  hand, 

A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 

And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground? 
—6  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 

And  bless  the  nation  with  the  fruit; 
e  But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 

Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 


PSALM  81,  82. 131 

7  Why  is    its  beauty  thus  defac'd? 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste? 

— Strangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beast  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return; 

p  Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn: 
— Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore; 
o  We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  81.    S.  M.      Aylesbury.    Dover.    [*]' 
Ver.  1,  8—16. — Saints  -warned  and  exhorted. 
1    QING  to  the  Lord,  aloud, 
^  And  make  a  joyful  noise: 
o  God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God, 

Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 
e     2  "From  vile  idolatry, 

"Preserve  my  worship  clean; 
"I  am  the  Lord,  who  set  thee  free 
"From  slavery  and  from  sin. 
—  2  "Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 
"And  I'll  supply  them  well; 
e  "But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 

"If  Israel  will  rebel;— 
d    4  "I'll  leave  them,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"To  their  own  lusts  a  prey; 
"And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road— » 
"'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 
5  "Yet,  O  that  all  my  saints 
"Would  hearken  to  my  voice! 
— "Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 

"And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 
o     6  "While  I  destroy  their  foes, 
"I'd  richly  feed  my  flock; 
"And  they  should  taste  the  stream,  that  flows 
"From  their  eternal  Rock." 

PSALM  82.    L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
God  Supreme:  or,  Magistrates  -warned. 
1     A  MONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great, 

XJl  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat: 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  surveys 
Those  Gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 


132 PS\LM  83,  84. 

e  1  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws? 

Or  why  support  th'  unrighteous  cause? 

When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  sinners  vex  the  saints  no  more? 
c  3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know; 

Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go; 

The.r  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain; 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 
o  4  Arise,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 

Possess  his  universal  throne; 
o  And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod: 
g  He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM  83.    S.  M.    Little  Marlboro1,     [b] 
A  complaint  against  Persecutors. 
1     A  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
J\.  Perpetual  silence  keep? 
The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep? 
3  Behold,  what  cursed  snares 
The  men  of  mischief  spread; 
The  men,  who  hate  thy  saints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 
e      3  Against  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counsels  they  employ; 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 
—    7  Convince  their  madness,  Lord, 
And  make  them  seek  thy  name; 
Or  else  their  stubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  shame. 
o       8  Then  shall  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word; 
g  Jehovah — is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  sov 'reign  Lord. 


PSALM  84.    L.  M.     1st  Part.    Moreton.    [*] 
The  pleasure  oj  Public  Worship. 
1  TTf  OVV  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

-O.  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  areJ 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 


PSALM  84.  133 


e  2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 

My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
e  My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 

So  far  from  all  my  joys,  and  thee? 
o  4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 

Around  thy  throne  of  majesty; 
o  Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 

And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 
o  5  Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 

Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace; 
— There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 

And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise.. 
o  6  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  are  set 

To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 
o  God  is  their  strength:  and  thro'  the  road, 

They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 
o  7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 

'Till  all  shall  meet  in  Heav'n  at  length; 
s  'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there,  Portugal. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.  Castle-Street.  Green's.  [*] 
Gob  and  his  Church:  or,  Grace  and   Glory. 

1   4^1  RE  AT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
W  The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs; 

To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 

Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth, 
e  2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place, 

Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace; 
— Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 

Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  the  door. 
o  3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day; 

God  is  our  Shield,  he  guards  our  way 

From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 

From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 
— 4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow. 

And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too; 

He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 

No  real  good  from  upright  souls, 
g  5  O  God  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 

The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 

Blest  is  the  man  who  trusts  in  thee. 
1 


134  PSALM  84, 


Paraphrased  in  C.  M.     Doxology.   Arundel.     [*] 

Ver.  1,  4,  2,  3,  10.  God  present  in  his  Churches. 
e  1  "V/|Y  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place, 

1*X  To  which  thy  God  resorts! 
— 'Tis  heav'n,  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 
n  2  There  the  greot  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  pow'r  displays; 
o  And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 

With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

b  3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove, 

Descends  and  tills  the  place; 
— While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 

And  sheds  abroad  his  grace, 
o  4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 

And  sing  thy  praises  still.  -a— . 

P.  M.     Bethesda.     [*] 
Longing  j or  the  House  of  God. 
1  T  ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
JLi  How  pleasant,  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires; 
With  warm  desires, 
To  see  my  God. 
o  3  O  happy  souls,  who  pray 
Wrhere  God  appoints  to  hear 
O  happy  men,  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there! 
They  praise  thee  still; 
And  happy  they, 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 
— 4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength. 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  iu  heav'n  appears. 


PSALM    85.  135 


o      O  glorious  seat, 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet! 
—6  God  is  our  Sun  and  Shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence. 

He  shall  bestow, 

On  Jacob's  race, 

Peculiar  grace, 

And  glory  too. 
o  7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds, 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
o      Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hosts, 

Whose  spirit  trusts 

Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM  85.  L.  M.  First  Part.    Ml- Saints.  [*] 
Ver.  1 — 8.   ^Deliverance  begun  and  completed. 

1  T  ORD,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
JLi  Thou  hast  revers'd  our  heavy  doom; 

So  God  forgr-ve,  when  Israel  sinn'd, 
And  bro't  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 
And  imde  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

e  3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice; 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word; 

We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 
— 4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say: 
o  He'll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace: 
— But  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 
e  Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase.        Jrmley. 
L.  M.    Second  Part.     Islington.     Ofiorto.     [*] 
Ver.  9,  &c  — Salvation  by  Christ. 

1   O  ALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

^  The  souls  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord; 

And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 

Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 


136 PSx\LM  86,  87. 

b  2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n; 
By  his  obedience  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

o  3  Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again; 
And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

•—4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM  86.  C.  M.  First  Part.     York.  [*]  "" 
V.  8 — 13. — Jl  general  Song  of  Praise  to  God. 

1  A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
J\.  There's  none  hath  power  Divine; 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works,  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made,  shall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 

For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things; 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 
e  3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach  me  thine  heavenly  ways; 
And  my  poor  scatter'd  thoughts  unite, 

In  God  my  Father's  praise. 
o  4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell; — 
How,  by  thy  grace,  my  sinking  soul 

Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  87.     L.  M.     Green's.  Leeds.     [*] 
The  Church  the  Birth-place  of  the  Saints. 
1    riOD,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays, 
Or  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praise; 
e  He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well; 
o  But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
e  2  His  mercy  visits  ev'ry  house, 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows; 
•  But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 


PSALM  89.  137 


e  3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old! 

What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told! 
o  Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know, 
o  4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Je<w, 

Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew: 
s  Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 

The  Hill  where  living  waters  spring. 
—5  WThen  God  makes  up  his  last  account 

Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear, 

A-s  one  new-born  or  nourish 'd  there! 

PSALM  89.  L.  M.  First  Part.     Mmtwich.  [*] 
Covenant  -with  Christ,  the  true  David. 

1  TT'OREVER  shall  my  song  record 
JF    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord; 

o  Mercy  and  truth  forever  stand, 
Like  heav'n,  establish'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  swore,  and  said, 
d  "With  thee  my  cov'nant  first  is  made; 

"In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live, 
"Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priest; 
"Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest: 
"Thou  art  my  chosen  King;  thy  throne 
"Shall  stand  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  There's  none  of  all  my  sons  above, 
"So  much  my  image,  or  my  love: 
"Celestial  pow'rs  thy  subjects  are; 
"Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare? 

5  "David  my  servant,  whom  I  chose, 
"To  guard  my  flock,  to  crush  my  foes, 
"And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewish  throne, 
"Was  but  a  shadow  of  my  Son." 

o  6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  sing 

Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King; 
s  Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  show, 

And  saints  declare  his  works  below.        Truro. 
CM.    First  Part.     Colchester.    A 'bridge.     [*] 
The  Faithfulness  of  God. 
1  A/JY  never-ceasing  songs  shall  show 
It  A  The  mercies  of  the  Lord; 
1° 


138  PSALM  89. 


And  make  succeeding  ages  know, 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 
2  The  sacred  truths,  his  lips  pronounce, 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  if  he  speaks  a  promise  once, 
TV  eternal  grace  is  sure. 
e  3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewish  throne! 
o  But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  seal'd, 

To  David's  greater  Son. 
o  4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 
A  throne  above  the  skies: 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise, 
g  5  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Are  sung  by  saints  above; 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honours  raise, 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     Plymouth,     [b] 

V.  7,  &c. — Majesty  o/God:  or,  Reverential  Worship. 

e  1  XE^ITH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 
▼  ▼    And  bow  before  the  Lord; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'renGe  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

a  2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rise! 
—  How  bright  thy  beauties  shine! 
e  Where  is  the  pow'r  with  thee  that  vies? 

Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine? 
g  3  The  northern  pole,  and  southern,  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 

Move  round  at  thy  command. 
o  4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep; 
Thou  make'stthe  sleeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

— 5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 
e      And  the  dark  world  of  hell: 
3  How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel! 


PSALM  39. 139 

g  6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
—  Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace; 
o  While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

CM.  Third  Part.    Devizes.     [*] 
Ver.  15,  &c. — A  Blessed  Gospel. 

1  Ti  LEST  are  the  souls,  who  hear  and  know 
-D  The  gospel's  joyful  sound; 

Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 

His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope; 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
o  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives: 
g  Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

C.  M.     Fourth  Part.    Mear.    [*] 
Ver.  19,  &c,— Christ's  Mediatorial  Kingdom. 

1  TTEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
MjL  And  made  his  mercy  known: 

d  "Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  laid 
"On  my  almighty  Son. 

2  "Behold  the  Man  my  wisdom  chose, 
"Among  your  mortal  race; 

"His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
"The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 
o  3  "High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
"My  people's  better  King; 
"My  arm  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"And  still  new  subjects  bring. 
— 4  "My  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

"With  mercy  by  his  side; 
o  "While  in  my  name,  o'er  earth  and  sea, 

"He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 
—5  "Me  for  his  Father,  and  his  God, 
"He  shall  for  ever  own; 
"Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  Abode, 
C      "And  I'll  support  my  Son. 


140  PSALM  89. 


g  6  "My  first-born  Son,  array 'd  in  grace, 
"At  my  right  hand  shall  sit; 
"Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"And  Monarchs  at  his  feet. 
d  7  "My  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  fast, 
"My  promises  are  strong; 
"Firm  as  the  heaven's  his  throne  shall  last, 
"His  seed  endure  as  long." 

CM.    Fifth  Part.    St.Asafih's.    [*] 
V.  30,  &e. — The  Covenant  of  Grace,  ordered  and  sure. 
1  "XTET,  saith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race, 
X    "The  children  of  my  Son, 
e  "Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 
"And  tempt  mine  anger  down; — 
"2  "Their  sins  I'll  visit  with  the  rod, 
"And  make  their  folly  smart; 
— "But  I'll  net  cease  to  be  their  God, 
"Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 
3  "My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"But  keep  my  grace  in  mind; 
"And  what  eternal  love  hath  spoke, 
"Eternal  truth  shall  bind. 
e  4  "Once  have  I  sworn,  (I  need  no  more,) 
"And  pledg'd  my  holiness, 
"To  seal  the  sacred  promise  sure, 
"To  David  and  his  race, 
o  5  "The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise, 
"And  spread  from  sea  to  sea; 
"Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies, 
"To  give  the  nations  day. 
g  6  "Sure  as  the  moon  ihat  rules  the  night, 
"His  kingdom  shall  endure; 
"Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  shade  and  light 
"Shall  be  observ'd  no  more." 

L.  M.    Second  Part.    PleyeVs.    [b] 
Ver.47,  &c. — Mortality  and  Hope. — A  Funeral  Psalm* 
e  1    OEMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
p       JLl.  How  trail  our  life,  how  short  the  date* 
Where  is  the  mm,  who  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death? 


PSALM  90.  141 

—2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 

Oar  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
p  "Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign? 

"Or,  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
"Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust? 

— But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
o  And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word; 

s  Awake  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

P.  M.    Harlington.     [b*] 
Ver.  47,  &c. — Life,  Death,  and  the  Resurrection. 
c  1  FT1HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man; 
e       J-    How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span! 

—  Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave: 
e  Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath, 

Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save? 
—2  Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said, 
d  "The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust!" 
€  Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 

Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay? 
e      Lord,  where's  thy  kindness  to  the  just? 
— 3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 

And  all  his  seed,  a  heav'nly  crown? 
p      But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 
o  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  resurrection  there. 
o  4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward, 

—  For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain; 
s  Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
g      And  each  repeat  their  loud — Amen. 

PSALM  90.  L.  M.    Carthage.   Worship.  [*b] 

Man  mortal,  and  God  Eternal. 
1  rpHROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 
M.   Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe,  abode; 


142  PSALM  90. 


High  was  thy  throne,  e'er  heav'n  was  made. 

Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reign'd,  ere  time  began, 

Or  dust  was  fashion'd  into  man; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 

When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 
e  3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 

Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity; 
a  Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, — 
d  "Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 
— 5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 

Sweeps  us  away;  our  life's  a  dream; 
p  An  empty  tale;  a  morning  flow'r, 

Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 
—8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man; 

And  kindly  lengtnen  out  our  span; 

'Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

CM.    First  Part.  Wantage,     [b] 
Ver.  1—5. — Men  frail,  and  God  eternaL 

1  |~\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
\y  Our  hope  for  years  to  come; 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  sure. 
5  A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 
e  7  Time,  like  an  ever- rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
o  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light: 
e  The  flow'rs,  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 
Lie  with'ring,  ere  'tis  night. 


PSALM  90.  14 


— 9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

C.  M.    Second  Part.     China,     [b] 
V.  8>  Uj  9,  10,  12. — Mortality,  and  preparation  for  death. 
c  1  "I    ORD,  if  thine  eye  survey  our  faults, 
JLi  And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thot's, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 
2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust: 
p      By  one  offence  to  thee, 

Adam  and  all  his  sons  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 
—3  Life  like  a  vain  amusement  flies, 
A  fable  or  a  song; 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long, 
e  4  'Tis  but  a  few  whose  days  amount 

To  three  score  years  and  ten; 
p  And  all  beyond  that  short  account, 

Is  sorrow,  toil  and  pain. 
— 6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone; 

0  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  souls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art, 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have; 
That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 

And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

C.  M.    Third  Part.     Canterbury,     [b] 
Ver.  13,  &c. — Breathing-  after  Heaven. 

1  TJETURN,  O  God  oftove,  return: 
M\  Earth  is  a  tiresome  place: 

How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face? 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  fears, 
Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears. 
So  make  our  iovs  increase. 


144  PSALM  91. 


3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete; 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 

And  own  thy  love  was  great, 
o  4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne, 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 

Meet  a  divine  reward. 

S.  M.    Aylesbury,     [b] 
"Ver.  5, 10,  12.  —  The  Frailty  and  Shortness  of  Life. 

1  T  ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
JL-A  Is  this  our  mortal  frame! 
e  Our  life — how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  scarce  deserves  the  name! 
p      2  Alas  the  brittle  clay, 

That  built  our  bodies  first! 
And  ev'iy  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mouid'ring  back  to  dust. 

—  3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay; 
o  Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

—  4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight; 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 

And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 
o      5  They'll  sooner  waft  us  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea: 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 

Of  blesr  eternity. 

PSALM  91.  L.  M.  Shod.  Oporto.  [*] 
Ver.  1 — 7. — Safety  in  Public  Diseases-  and  Danger 
1  TTE  who  hath  made  his  refuge — God, 

JO.  Shall  find  a  must  secure  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 
4  Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 
(From  birds  of  prey  that  seek  their  blood,) 
Under  her  featners,  so  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 


PSALM  92. 14* 

e  5  If  burning  beam  i  of  noon  conspire, 

To  dart  a  pestilential  fire; 
o  God  is  their  life:  his  wings  are  spread, 

To  shield  them  with  a  healthful  shade. 
e  6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 

Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death  ; 
o  Israel  is  safe:  the  poison'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 
— 9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword, 

Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 

To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
o  Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest. 

10  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire, 

Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire; 

From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free, 

And  bring  thy  children.  Lord,  to  <hee. 

PSALM  92.  L.  M.     First  Part.     Green's.     [*J 
A  Psalm  for-  the  Lord's  Day. 

1    QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
©  To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 

To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
e  2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast: 
— O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 

Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound! 
s  3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word; 
e  Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine! 
e  How  deep  thy  counsels!  how  divine! 
— 4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high; 
e  Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
— Like  grass  they  flourish,  til)  thy  breath 
d  Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 
o  5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 

When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart; 

And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 

Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head, 
g  7  Then  shall  I  see  and  hear  and  know, 

All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ, 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
K 


146 PSALM  92,  93. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.     Quercy.     [*] 
The  Church  the  Garten  of  God. 

1  T  ORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing-  to  stand, 
JLi  In  garden's  planted  by  thy  hand; 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive;) 
Time  that  does  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true: 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.  L.  M.  First  Part.  Old  Hundred.  [*] 
The  eternal  and  sovereign  God. 

1    TEHGVAH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 
fj    Girded  with  majesty  and  might; 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 

Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 
o  2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  first  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

0  3  Like  floods,  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies: 

e  Vain  floods — that  aim  their  rage  so  high! 
— At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure; 

Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure: 

And  everlasting  holiness 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

P.  M.    First  Part.     Walworth.     [#] 
God's  Majesty  s  and  sovereign  Dominion. 

1  FF1HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high; 

J_    His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty; 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'stablish'd  by  his  hand: 


PSALM  93.  147 


Long  stood  his  throne,  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead — is  the  firm  foundation. 

o  2  God  is  th'  eternal  King:  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellion,  to  confound  thy  reign: 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the  skies; 
Foamingatheav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion; 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling  ocean. 

d  3  Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more;  ye  floods,  be  still; 
And  the  mad  world,  obedient  to  his  will: 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  must  ever  stand; 
Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand: 
See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  foot-stool;  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

P.M.    Second  Part.  Dalston.     [*] 
God's  Power,  and  ZiorHs  Safety. 

1  fipHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL    And  royal  state  maintains; 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  sov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around* 

2  Upheld  by  his  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word: 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  starry  sky: 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
e      3  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain  with  angry  spite, 

The  surly  nations  fight, 
And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore, 
—    4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  engage,— 
Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky: 

The  terrours  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madness  down; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high, 
g      5  Thy  promises  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new; 


US PSALM   94,95. 

Ttiere  fix'd,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove: 

Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear, 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

PSALM  94.  C.  M.  Second  Part.     Reading,  [b] 
V.  16 — 23. — Deliverance  from  temptation  and  Persecution. 

1  X/17HO  will  arise,  and  plead  my  right, 

f  ▼     Against  my  num'rous  foes; 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose! 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  Rock,  my  Help, 
Sustain'd  my  fainting  head, 

e  My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 

My  soul  amongst  the  dead. 
p  3  "Alas,  my  sliding  feet!"  I  cry'd, 
—    Thy  promise  was  my  prop; 

Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side, 
e      Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 
e  4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
o  Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 
— 5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rise, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
o  But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 

He  will  defend  my  cause. 
— 6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud; 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
g  The  Lord  our  God  shall  judge  the  proud, 

And  cut  the  sinners  off.  ^ 

PSALM  95.  C  M.    Bedford.  Plymouth.    [*] 
A  Psalm  before  Prayer. 

1  OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
^  And  in  his  strength  rejoice; 

When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 
And  psalms  of  honour  sing; 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 


PSALM  95. 149 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
How  mean  their  natures  seem, 

Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 
Lies  in  his  spacious  hand; 

He  fix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 
e  5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 
Come  kneel  before  his  face; 

0  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

o  6  Now  is  the  time; — he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request: 
o  Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

S.  M.    Peckham.     [*] 
A  Psalm  before  Sermon. 

1  |"^OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
\J  And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 

Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King, 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound. 

The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 
e  3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  bef  re  the  Lord; 
— We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own; 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God.  

L.  M.     Bkndoiu     Leeds.     [*] 
V.  1,  2,  3,  6—11. — Canaan  lost  through  Unbelief. 

2  |^OME,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
\J  Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word; 
o  He  is  our  Shepherd;  we  the  sheep, 
His  mercv  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 
K2 


150  PSALM  96. 


— 3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

The  counsels  of  his  love  obey; 
e  Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 

The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Israel,  who  saw  his  works  of  grace, 

Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face; 

A  faithless,  unbelieving  brood, 

That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God! 
a  6  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 

And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead; 
— Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay, 
o  7  Seize  the  kind  promise,  while  it  waits, 

And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates: 

Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  rest'; 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

PSALM  96.    C.  M.     Arundel.     Christmas.   [*] 
V.  1 — 10,  &c. — Christ's  First  and  Second  Coming. 

1  OING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue; 

His  new  discover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son; 

o  His  pow'r  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
e      And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 
— 3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day,, 
o       Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea; 
d  Ye  mountains,  sink,  ye  vallics,  rise; 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
o  5  Behold,  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  th*ir  God; 
o  To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

And  send  his  truth  abroad. 
§  6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near; 
a  How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 

To  see  their  Jud&e  appear! 


PSALM  36,97. Ul 

P.  M.     St.  HeUen's. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  X  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
Xj  To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise.; 
To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name: 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know; 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show; 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim, 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory.  Lord,. 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word; 

o       Among  us  is  Jehovah  known: 
Our  worship  shall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made: 

o      Our  Maker  is  our  God*  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  He  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there; 
— His  beams  are  majesty  and  light; 
b  His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair! 
g  4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  pow'r, 
And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name; 
Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And,  in  his  courts,  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  97.  C.  M.  First  Part.  Psalm  97th.  [*} 
Ver.  1 — >5. — -Christ  the  Sovereign  Judge. 

1  TTE  reigns — the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns: 
XX  Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains; 
o  Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice; 

And  distant  islands  join  their  voice, 
c  2  Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown; 
o  But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne^ 
e  Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround,. 
— Justice  is  their  eternal  ground, 
g  3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes! 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tomba& 

Before  him  burns  devouring  fire! 

The  mountains  meltj  the  seas  retire! 


152  PSALM  97. 


— 4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay. 

Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day: 
o  Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  stints,  on  high, 
u  And  sing,  tar  your  redemption's  nigh. 

L.  M.     Second  Part.     Old  Hundred,     [*] 
Ver.  6 — 9. — Christ's  Incarnation. 

1  PTHHE  Lord  is  come:  the  neav'ns  proclaim 
I-    His  birth;  the  nations  learn  his  name: 

An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 

Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 
g  2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 

Go  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies; 

Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 

Those  Gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
— 3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound; 
o  But  Judah  shout,  but  Zion  sing, 
— And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 

L.  M.  Third  Part.    Green's.     [*] 
Grace  and  Glory. 
1  FT1HE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high; 
JL    O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky: 

e  Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 

o  His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

—2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame: 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

©  3  Iu» mortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown; 
These  glorious  seeds  shall  sp-.  ing  and  rise. 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

o  4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honours  of  the  Lord; 

— !None,  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace, 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

C.  M.     Mitcham.     Mear.  [*] 
V.  t,  3,  5 — 7,  H.-Ghrist's  Incarnation,  and  the  Judgment. 
1  \[R  shores  and  isles  of  ev'ry  sea, 

X    Rejoice — the  Saviour  reigns; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 


PSALM  98. 153 

o  2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rise; 
— The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 
e       The  haughty  sinner  dies. 
o  3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  power  proclaim; 
e      The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  w  ,rshippers  with  shame, 

And  totter  to  the  ground. 
— 4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 

Make  the  Redeemer  known: 
g  Thus  shall  he  come — to  judge  the  earth— 

And  angels  guard  his  throne. 
o  5  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 

And  hills  and  seas  retire; 
o  His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
—     And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 
6  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory  sown 

For  saints  in  darkness,  here, 
o  Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 

And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 

PSALM  98.  CM.     First  Part.     Sunday.  [*] 
Praise  for  the  Gospel. 

1  fllO  our  almighty  Maker  God, 

JL    New  honours  be  addrest; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest, 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abraham  first;. 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grace: 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 

And  learn  his  righteousness. 
0  3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim, 

With  all  her  different  tongues; 
u  And  spread  the  honours  of  his  name, 

In  melody  and  songs.  St.  Martin's. 

CM.    Second  Part.    Arundel.  Bethlehem.  [*} 
The  Messiah's  Coming  and  Kingdom. 
1    XOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come' 
tf   Let  earth  receive  her  King: 
o  Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
u      And  heav'n  and  nature  sing^. 


154  PSALM    99. 

— 2  Joy  to  the  earth — the  Saviour  reigns! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
o  While  fields  and  floods  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
e  3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground; 
o  He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found, 
g  4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace; 

And  makes  the  nations  prove, 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  lnvp 

PSx\LM99.    S.  M.     First  Part.  Peckham.  [*] 
Chhist's  Kingdom  and  Majesty. 

1  nnHE  God,  Jehovah,  reigns! 

JL    Let  all  the  nations  »e  ir; 
e  Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
c  And  saints  be  humble  there. 

— .    2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns! 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
o  Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand. 

Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 
— .     3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine: 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known; 

For  there  his  glories  shine. 
e      4  How  holy  is  his  name! 

How  terrible  his  praise! 
o  Justice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

S.  M.    Second  Part.    Newton,    Watchman.  [*] 
A  holy  God  Worshipped  -with  Reverence. 
1  T^  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
JCi  And  worship  at  his  feet; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 
e      2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cry'd,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 


PSALM  100. 155 

—     3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'rt  his  grace. 
q      4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Wiose  grace  is  still  the  same: 
— Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness. 

And  je--loi:s  for  his  name. 

PSALM  100.  L.  M.  First  Part.  Old  Hundred.^*'] 
A  Plain  Translation. — Praise  to  our  Creator. 

1  ~\T1£-  nations  of  the  earth  rejoice, 

X    Before  the  Lord  your  sov'reign  King; 
o  Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
o  With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 
e  2  The  Lord  is  God; — 'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give; 

We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own; 

The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 
o  3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair; 

And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 
— 4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind; 
o  Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure; 
g  A-nd  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

L.  M.   Second  Part.  Old  Hundred.  [#] 
A  Paraphrase. 

r  1  X|EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
-13   Ve  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 

He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 
— 3  His  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
e  And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
o  He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
e  4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care; 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame: 
o   What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 


156 PSALM  101. 

s  5  We'll  crowd'tby  gates,  with  thankful  songs; 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

g  6  Wide — as  the  world,  is  thy  command; 
Vast — as  eternity  thy  love: 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

""     PSALM  101.    L.M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
The  Magistrate's  Psalm. 

1  ~|V/[ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song; 
JM.  And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 

My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  sword, 
I'll  take  my  counsels  from  thy  word; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside; 

JNTo  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  No  sons  of  slander,  rage  and  strife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  shall  ne'er  abide. 

5  (I'll  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honour,  wealth  and  trust; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  wilt, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  still.) 

6  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise, 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  shan't  be  spar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,  that  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land; 
And  all  who  break  the  public  rest, 
jWhere  I  have  pow'r,  shall  be  supprest. 

CM.     Mrar.     [*] 
A  Psalm  for  a  Master  of  a  Family. 
1   £\P  jus-ice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 
\J  And  pay  my  God  my  vows; 


rS\LM   102. ]57 

Thy  grace  and  justice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  house. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  servant  wise; 

I'll  suffer  nothing  near  me  there, 
That  shall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 
By  falsehood,  or  by  force, 

The  scornful  eye,  the  sland'rous  tongue, — 
I'll  thrust  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  seek  the  faithful  and  the  just, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy; 

These  are  the  friends  whom  I  shall  trust, 
The  servants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch,  who  deils  in  sly  deceit, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night: 

The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banish  from  my  sight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee, 

So  shall  my  house  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  iit  for  thee. 

PSALM  102.  CM.    First  Fart.     China,  [b] 
V.  1—13,  20,  21. —A  Prayer  for  the  Jfiucted. 

1  TTEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  f.xc.e; 
XX  But  answer,  lest  I  die: 

Hast  thc-u  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry? 

p  2  My  days  are  wasted,  like  the  smoke, 
Dissolving  in  the  air; 
My  strength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 

And  sinking  in  despair. 
3  My  spirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grass, 

Burnt  with  excessive  heat; 
In  secret  groans  my  minutes  pass, 

And  I  forget  to  eat.  * 

— 10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God! 
o  Ages  to  corne  shall  know  thyrfame, 
And  spread  thv  works  abroad. 
L 


158  PSALM  103. 

o  11  Thou  wilt  arise,  and  shew  thy  face, 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 
— 12  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry; 
And,  by  mysterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise.  Reading. 

CM.  Second  Part.     St. Paul's.    Zion.  [*] 

V.  13 — 21.— Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 
1  T  ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice— 
d      J-i  Behold  the  promis'd  hour! 
— Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 
e  2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 
o  Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 
g  3  The  Lord  shall  raise  Jerusalem, 
And  stand  in  glory  there; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 
p  4  He  sits  a  Sov 'reign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes; 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 
—5  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death; 
And,  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 
o  6  This  shall  be  known,  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record,— 
That  ages  yet  unborn,  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

L.M.    Dresden.    Leeds,     [b] 

y.  23 28. — Sai7its  die>  but  Christ  and  the  Church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

A  Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race; 
e  Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 


PSALM  103, 159 

o  2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon: 
o  Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
e  And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon! 
— 3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage; 

"Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live; 

"Christ  is  the  same  through  ev'ry  age." 
g  4  'Twas  He  this  earth's  foundation  laid; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand: 
e  This  earth  grows  old,  these  heavens  shall  fade, 

And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 
—5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside; 
g  But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high; 

Thy  church  for  ever  must  abide. 
o  6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign: 
o  This  dying  world  shall  they  survive, 

And  the  dead  saints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  103.  L.  ^f.  First  Part.  JYantwich. ~  [*] 
Ver.  1 — 7. — God's  Goodness  to  Soul  and  Body. 

1  ~|j?LE3S,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God; 

.O  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 
o  Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  wark  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot? 

e  3  'Tishe,  my  soul,  who  sent  his  Son, 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done; 
o  He  owns  the  ransom  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
— 4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels: 
o  Redeems  the  soul  from  Hell,  and  saves 

Our  wasting  life  from  threatening  graves. 
—5  Our  youth,  decay 'd,  his  pow'r  repairs; 

His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years: 

He  satisfies  our  mouth  with  good, 

And  fills  our  hope  with  heav-nly  food. 


160  PSALM  103. 


6  He  sees  the  oppressor,  and  th*  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  suff'rers  rest; 
g  But  will  his  justice  more  display, 

In  the  great,  last,  rewarding  day -Brentford. 

L.  M.     Second  Part.     Green's.     [*] 

Ver.  8 — 1 8. — Gob  Merciful  in  Chastisement. 

1  FjlHE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways! 

X   How  firm  his  truth!  how  large  his  grace* 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, — 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  pow'r  hath  spread 
The  starry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  plac'd 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

e  4  How  slow 'y  doth  his  wrath  arise! 

o  On  swifter  wings  salvation  Mies: 

e  And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 

o  How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn! 

— 5  Amidst  his  wrath  compassion  shines; 

His  strokes  are  lighter  than  our  sins; 

And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 

His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

S.  M.    First  Part.    Kibnvorth.    Dover.     [*J 
Ver.  1 — 7. — Spiritual  and  Temporal  Jler ties. 
1   |  \  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
v*  Let  all  within  me  join; 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favours  are  divine. 
o      2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthank  fulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 
b      3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins; 
'"Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain; 
'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 


PSALM  103,  104.  161 

—  4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love. 

When  ransom 'd  from  the  grave; 
o  He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hel!, 
Hath  sov'reign  pow'r  to   save. 

—  5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good, 

He  gives  the  suff'rers  rest? 
o  The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  opprest. 

—  6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known; 
o  But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace, 
By  his  beloved  Son. 
S.M.     Third  Part.  St.  Thomas's.     [*] 
Ver.  19— 22.— God's  Dominion:  or,  Angelic  Praist. 

1  npHE  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King, 

X   Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high; 
O'er  ail  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts,  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 
Through  his  vast  kingdom,  shew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  graces  too. 
PSALM  104.     L.  M.     B tendon.  [*]         *" 
God  glorious  in  Creation  and  Providence. 
1  "T^/fY  soul,  the  great  Creator  praise: 

ItJL  When  cioth'dm  his  celestial  rays, 
He  in  full  majesty  appeai-s, 
And,  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 
3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers,  are  flaming  fires; 
As  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance,  or  his  love. 
L2 


162  PSALM  105. 


4  Tiie  world's  foundations,  by  his  hand, 

Are  pois'd,  and  shall  forever  stand; 

He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 

Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight: 
e  How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise, 
p  26  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 

And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke: 
b  Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  sov'reign  grace. 
— 27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 

And  make  my  meditations  sweet; 
o  Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ, 

'Till  it  expire  in  endless  joy.  

PSALM  105.  C.  M.    abridged.     Arundel.     [*] 
Covenant  vjith  Abraham  remembered. 
1    g~^IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
\J$  And  tell  the  world  his  grace; 
u  Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  seek  his  face. 
— 3  He  sware  to  Abr'ham  and  his  Seed, 
And  made  the  blessing  sure; 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 
6  (Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd; 
And  haughty  kiugs  who  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd.) 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  saints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God; 
Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

16  The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  joui  nies  right; 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirst;  and  waters  from  the  rock, 
In  rich  abundance  flow; 

,  And,  foli'wing  still  the  course  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  desert  through. 


PSALM  106.  16: 


o  18  O  wondrous  stream!  O  blessed  type 

Of  ever  flowing  grace' 
o  So  Christ  our  Rock  maintains  our  life, 

Through  all  this  wilderness. 
—19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possest 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 

And  there  enjoy 'd  their  rest. 
g  20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

The  Church  renounce  her  fear; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 

And  be  the  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  106.     L.  M.     S/ioel.     Castle- Street.  [*] 
Ver.  1 — 5. — Praise  to  God:    Communion  ivith  Saints, 

1  rfilO  G->d  the  great,  the  ever  biest, 
JL   Let  songs  of  honour  be  address'd, — 

His  mercy  firm  forever  stands; 

Give  him- the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
e  2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways! 

Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise! 
o  Blest  are  the  souls  who  fear  thee  still, 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 
— 3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 

For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed: 

And,  with  the  same  salvation,  bless 

The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 
o  4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
o  And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
— This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

S.  M.    Dover.     [*] 
Ver.  7,  8,  12— 14,  43—48.— Israel  punish'' d ,  and  pardoned, 
e       1    1^1  OD  of  eternal  love, 

UT  How  fickle  are  our  ways] 
And  yet,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace! 
—     2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
o  And  then  thy  praise  they  sui 

e  But  soon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
.And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 


164  PSALM  107. 


— *    3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

o  While  rocks  with  rivers  flow; 

e  Now  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  Lord, 

Till  lie  reduce  them  low. 
—    4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  tho'ts, 

And  call'd  them  still  his  sons. 
5  Their  names  were  in  his  book; 

He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes: 
Oft  he  chastis'd,  but  ne'er  forsook, 

The  people  whom  he  chose. 
o      6  Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race: 
•  And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word, 

Amen,  to  all  the  praise. 

~PSALM  107.  L.M.  First  Part.    S/ioel.     [*]" 
Israel  led  to  Canaan;  Christians  to  Heaven. 

1  f^i  I VE  thanks  to  God: — he  reigns  above; 
VJf  Kind  are  his  thoughts;  his  name  is  love; 

His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record: 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

5  In  their  distress,  to  God  they  cry'd; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  Guide: 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round; 
'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  So,  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  own  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

o  8  O  let  us,  then,  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
e  How  great  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways! 
u  Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronouuee  his  praise. 


PSALM  107. J165 

L.  M.    Second  Part.     Bath.    [*] 

Correction  jor  Sin,-  Release  by  Prayer. 
'   *  TJ'ROM  age  to  age,  exalt  his  name; 

JL    God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same: 

He  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 

And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 
e  2  But,  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rise 

Against  the  God  who  rules  the  skies; 

If  they, reject  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord; — 
—3  He'll  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 

And  no  deliv'rance  shall  be  found; 
a  Laden  with  grief,  they  waste  their  breath, 

In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 
— 4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries; 
o  He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 

And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade 

That  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 

And  lets  the  smiling  pris'ner  through; 

Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 

And  gives  the  lab'ring  soul  relief, 
o  6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
e  How  great  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways! 
u  Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

L.  M.    Fourth  Part.     Ofiorto.    [*] 
Deliverance  from  Storm  and  Ship-wreck. 

1  TITOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

▼  T    His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad — 
Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  seas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favour  of  the  wind; 

o  Till  God  commands — and  tempests  rise, 

That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 
o  3  Now  to  the  heavens  they  mount  amain, 
e  Now  sink  to  dreadful  deeps  again; 
—What  strange  affrights  young  sailors  feel, 

And  like  a  stagg'ring  drunkard  reel! 


166  PSALM    107. 


c  4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 

p  Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry; 

— His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 

o  And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

9  5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 

The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage: 
— 'Tis  calm; — and  sailors  smile  to  see 

The  haven  where  they  wish'd  to  be. 
o  6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
— Let  them  their  private  off 'rings  bring, 
o  And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 

C.  M.     Wareham.     [*] 
The  Mariner's  Psalm. 
1  rTIHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

A   Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  ships. 
o  2  s  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  tow'ring  waves; 
o  The  men,  astonish'd,  mount  the  skies, 
e       And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 
— 5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 
o      He  hears  the  loud  request; 
g  And  orders  silence  through  the  skies, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  rest, 
u  6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 
And  see  the  storm  allay'd; 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 
— 7  'Tis  God  who  brings  them  safe  to  land; 
Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow, 
o  8  O  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
— And  those,  who  see  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

L.  M.    Last   Part.    Moreton.    Leeds.     [*] 

Colonies  and  Nations  blest  and  punished. 

3  VETHERFi  nothing  dwelt,  but  beasts  of  prey, 

▼  ▼     Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 


PSALM  109. UZ 

God  bids  the  oppress'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  sow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whose  yearly  fruit  supplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  stocks, 
Their  wealth  increases  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blest:  but  if  they  sin, 
e  He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in; 

A  savage  crew  invades  their  lands, 

Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 
a  6  Their  captive  sons  expos'd  to  scorn, 

Wander,  unpity'd  and  forlorn: 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 

And  desolation  spreads  the  field. 
—7  Yet,  if  th'  humbled  nation  mourns, 

Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns; 
o  Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 

And  bids  the  dying  churches  live. 
e  9  How  few  with  pions  cave  record 

These  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
— But  wise  observers  still  shall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  kind. 

PSALM  109.    C.  M.    Abridge.     [*] 
V.  1 — 5,  31.  Love  to  enemies;  Example  of  Christ. 
1   JPlOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 

\JT  Thy  glory  is  my  song; 
e    Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace, 

With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 
— 2  When,  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
e  With  cruel  slanders  false  and  vain, 

They  compass'dhim  around. 
— 3  Their  mis'ries  his  compassion  move, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd; 
e  They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 

And  evil  for  his  good. 
— 4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  cause; 
a      Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 
—-He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 

And  blest  his  foes  in  death. 


168  PSALM   110. 


e  5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine, 

In  vain  before  my  e>esi* 
— Give  me  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 

To  love  mine  enemies. 
o  6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage; 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 
o  I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  slander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  110.  L.  SVI.  First  Part.  Blendon.    [*] 

The  Exalted  Messiah's  Power  and  Grace. 
d  1  fT^HUS  the  eternal  Father  spake, 

1.    To  Christ  the  Son;  "Ascend  and  sit 

"At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 

"Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet, 
o  2  "From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed; 

"Thy  word!,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 

"Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 

"And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command, 
g  3  "That  day  shall  shew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds; 

"And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 

"Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 
o  4  O  blessed  pow'r!  O  glorious  day! 

What  a  large  vict'ry  shall  ensue! 
o  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew.  Ohorto. 

C.  M.     St.  Jsafih's.     [*] 
Christ's  Kingdont  and  Priesthood. 
1    TTESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
«?    And  near  thy  Father  sit: 
o  In  Zion  shall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 

And  make  thy  foes  submit. 
e  2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do! 
o       Thy  converts  shall  surpass 

The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 
-  3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore; 
g  "Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
'•When  Aaron. is  no  more. 


. PSALM  111,112. 16? 

— 4  "Melchiseciec,  that  wondrous  priest, 

"That  King  of  high  degree, 
"That  holy  man  who  Abraham  blest, 

"Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
o  5  Jesus,  our  Priest,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above: 
u  Jesus,  our  King,  forever  gives 

The  blessings  of  his  love. 
5  6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain; 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

PSALM  111.  C.  M.    1st  Fart.     Mite  ham.     [*] 
The  Wisdom  oj  God  in  his  Works. 
1   QONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 

O  To  my  Almighty  God: 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  Name  abroad. 
e  2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought1 

How  glorious  in  our  sight! 
o  And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 

His  wonders  with  delight. 
e  3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame! 

How  wise  the  Eternal  Mind! 
— His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme, 
That  his  first  thoughts  design'd. 
4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons, 
He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  sure; 
g  The-orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 

To  endless  years  endure. 
— 5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim: 
c  What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise- 
But  learn  to  read  thy  Name? 
— 6  To  fear  thy  pow'r  to  trust  thy  grace, 
Is  our  divinest  skill; 
And.  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 

Who  best  obeys  thy  will. Sunday. 

PSALM  112.     P.  M.     Cumberland.     [*] 
The  Blessings  of  the  liberal  Man. 
1  fT^HAT  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
JL  Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law; 

M 


170  PSALM  112. 


His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd: 
His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
An  unexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends; 
To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind: 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs; 

And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd: 

b      The  sweet  rememb'rance  of  the  just, 

Like  a  green  root,  revives,  and  bears 

A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs, 
When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust, 
g  4  Beset  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 

Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground; 
His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up: 

The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 

Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night; 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope.    

L.  M.     Ofiorto.     [*] 
Blessings  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

1  nnHRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord! 
jL   Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word, 

Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 

And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 
c  2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 

To  works  of  mercy  still  inclin'd; 
— He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 

Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid, 
e  3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread, 

That  fill  his  neighbour  round  with  dread: 
o  His  heart  is  arm'd  against  the  fear, 
o  For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there, 
g  4  His  soul,  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word; 

Amidst  the  darkness  light  shall  rise. 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eye^. 
— 5  He  hath  dispers'd  his  alms  abroad; 

His  works  are  still  before  his  God; 


1'SALM  113,113, rn 

His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
While  envious  sinners  fret  in  vain. 
C.  M.     St.  ^iin's.     [*] 
Liberality  Rewarded. 

1  TTAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
-UL  And  follows  his  commands; 

Who  lends  the  poor,  without  reward; 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast, 
To  all  the  sons  of  need, 

So  God  shall  answer  his  request, 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 
His  well  established  mind; 

His  soul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  distress, 
Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 

To  shew  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord; 

Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

PSALM  113.    P.  M.     St.  Hellen's.     [*] 
The  Majesty  and  Condescension  of  Gob. 

1  ^7E  who  delight  to  serve  the  Lord, 
JL    The  honours  of  his  name  record; 

His  sacred  name  forever  bless: 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams,  or  setting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height: 
c  Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
e  3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do, 
And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things: 


172 PSALM  114,  115. 

— His  so v 'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor; 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings.    

PSALM  114.    L.M.    Blendon.     [*] 
Miracles  attending  Israel's  Jowmey. 

1  lliTHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
▼  ▼     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 

The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 

Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne, 
e  2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
o  The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way: 
—Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 

With  backward  current  to  his  head. 
o  3  The  mountains  shook  like  frighted  sheep, 

Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand, 

Conscious  of  sov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 
e  4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide! 

Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide? 

Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels? 
g  5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 

Retire,  and  know  the  approaching  God? 

The  King  of  Israel!  see  him  here! 

Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore,  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders — and  all  nature  mourns: 

The  rock  to  standing  pools  he  turns; 

Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 

And  fires  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

PSALM  115.  L.  M.  First  Part.  Psalm  97th.  [*] 
The  true  God:  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 

1  1^*OT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 
-L^l    Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due; 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  just, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wise  and  true! 
g  2  Shine  forth,  in  all  thy  dreadful  name; 
e  Why  should  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 

Insult  us,  and  to  raise  our  shame, 
d  Say,  "Where's  the  God  you've  serv'd  so  long?" 


PSALM   115.  173 


o  3  The  God,  we  serve,  maintains  his  throne, 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies: 

Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done; 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 
£  4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood; 

At  best  a  mass  of  glitt'ring  ore, 

A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 
g7  O  Israel,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest, 

The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 

And  bless  the  people  and  the  priest. 
a  £  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise, 

They  dwell  in  silence  in  the  grave; 

0  But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace, 

u  And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  save. 

P.M.     Walworth.    [*] 
Popish  Idolatry  reproved. 

1  ^VTOT  to  our  names,  Thou  only  Just  and  True, 
J3I    Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice, claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  sov'reign  name. 
Shine  thro'  the  earth, from  heav'n  thy  blest  abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathen  say,"Andwhere's  your  God?" 
2  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court;  there  stands  thy  throne; 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done: 
Earth  is  thy  work;  the  heav'ns  thy  hand  hath  spread; 

e  But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made: 
—■The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout  behold 

Their  silver  saviours  and  their  saints  of  gold, 
a  5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd! — 'Tis  hard  to  say, 

Which  the  more  stupid, — or  their  gods  or  they. 
o  O  Israel,  trust  the  Lord;  He  hears  and  sees; 

He  knows  thy  sorrows,  and  restores  thy  peace: 

His  worship  does  a  thousand  comforts  yield, 

He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  shield. 
o  6  In  God  we  trust:  our  impious  foes  in  vain 

Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppose  his  reign; 
e  Had  they  prevail'd,  darkness  had  clos'd  our  days^ 

And  death  and  silence  had  forbid  his  praise: 
s  But  we  are  sav'd,  and  live:  let  songs  arise, 

And  Zion  bless  the  God  vvho  built  the  skies. 
M2 


174 PSALM  116,  117. 

PSALM  l!6.  C.M.SecondPart  Hymn  2nd. [»] 
V.  12,  &c. — Voxo8  made  in  trouble,  paid  in  the  Church. 

1  II7HAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

TT     For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
o  My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
— 2  Among  the  saints  who  fill  thine  house, 
My  off' ring  shaU  be  paid; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 
e  3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  blessed  God! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood! 
o  4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me! 
My  life  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 
— 5  Now  I  am  thine — for  ever  thine — 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
6  Here  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record; 
Witness  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forake  the  Lord.  St.  Martin's. 

""         PSALM  117      CM.     Doxotogy.     [*] 

Praise  to  Con  from  all  A'atioug. 
o  1  |"k  ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
Vf  Each  with  a  different  tongue; 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land! 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad; 

For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand; 

Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

L.  M.     Old  Hundred.  [*} 
1  X^ROM  all  who  dwel  below  tiie  skies* 

J.     Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  ev'ry  Unci,  by  evY}  tongue. 


PSALM  117,  118. 175 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word: 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
'Till  suns  shall  rise,  and  set,  no  more. 
S.M.    Kibworth.    [*] 

1  nnHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

i    Shall  sound  through  distant  lands; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands.  , 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure; 

'Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchang'dno  more. 

PSALM  118.  CM.  Second  Part.  Barby.     [*] 
V.  17 — 21. — Public  Praise  for  Deliverance  jrom  Death, 

1  T  ORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 
JLA  And  rescu'd  from  the  grave; 

Now  shall  he  live:  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  resolve  to  save.) 

2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath; 

Thy  hand  that  hath  chasiis'd  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 
o  3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  shall  worship  there — 
The  house  where  all  the  righteous  ga, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 
o  4  Among  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints, 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise; 
—Here  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
o      And  here  we  speak,  thy  praise. 
C.  M.    Third  Part.  * Colchester.    Mear.   [*] 
V.  22,  23.— Christ  the  Foundation  of  his  Church. 
1  TJEHOLD,  the  sure  foundation  stone, 

Jj  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 
e  2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

And  saints  adore  the  name; 
o  They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 


17b  raALiU   ii«. 


e  3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
Reject  it  with  disdain; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain, 
g  4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 
Yet  must  this  building  rise; 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

CM.    Fourth  Part.    Sunday.    Bethlehem.  [*] 
V.  24,  25,  26. — Hosanna  for  the  Lord's  Day. 
1  FT1HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made; 
JL    He  calls  the  hours  his  own: 
o  Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praise  surround  his  throne. 
o  2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
o  3  Hosanna  to  the  Anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son; 
— Help  us,  O  Lord;  descend,  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
o  4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 
With  messages  of  grace; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race, 
o  5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains, 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise; 
u  The  highest  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
V.  22 — 27. — A  new  Song  of  Salvation  by  CaniST. 
1  X  O,  what  a  glorious  Corner  Stone 
JLi  The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 
c  2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes! 
o  This  is  the  day  tfcat  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise 


PSALM   119. 177 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  saints  be  glad; 

Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest; 

A  thousand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest! 
—4  In  God's  own  name,  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 
o  Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King, 

With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  119.    C  M.    First  Part.  Bedford.  [*] 
Blessedness  of  Saints,  and  Misery  of  Sinners. 
V.  1,  2,  3. 
o  1  TBLEST  are  the  undefil'din  heart, 
-O  Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  sin. 
2  Blest  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word, 
And  practise  thy  commands; 
o  With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  thee,  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 
e  3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law, 

How  firm  their  souls  abide! 
—Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 
Ver.  6. 
b  4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thv  name. 
Ver.21,118. 
e  5  But  haughty  sinners  God  will  hate, 
The  proud  shall  die  accurst; 
The  sons  of  falsehood  and  deceit, 
Are  trodden  to  the  dust. 

Ver.  119, 155. 
p  6  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are; 
And  those,  who  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  see  salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 

CM,    Second  Part.     Canterbury.  [*] 
Devotion:  Constant  Converse  with  God. 
1  HHO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
JL   My  gracious  God,  I  pray; 


178 PSALM  119. 

1  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  gracej 
Thy  promise  bears  me  up: 

And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 
V.  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee; 

Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from  me. 
V.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

CM.    Third  Part.     St.  Ann's.  [*] 
Sincerity,  and  devoted  Obedience. 
Ver.  57,  60. 
o  1  nnHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 
A   Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace, 
I  set  before  mine  eyes; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 
e  4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways; 
o  Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver.  94,114. 
d  5  Now  I  am  thine, — for  ever  thine, — 
e       O  save  thy  servant,  Lord! 
o  Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


PSALM  119.  179 


Ver.  112. 
— 6  Thou  hast  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine, 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil; 
o  And  thus,  'till  mortal  life  shall  end, 

Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

CM.    Fourth  Part.    Mear.     [*] 
Instructions  from  Scripture. 
Ver.  9. 
b  1  "1TOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

XI  And  guard  their  lives  from  sin? 
— Thy  word  the  choicest  rule  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 
Ver.  130. 
o  2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.  105. 
— 3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light. 
That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 

Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise; 
I  hate  the  sinner's  road; 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
o      But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
g  6  (The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  plage; 
And  these  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  pow'r  express, 
b  7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine; 
g  Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word: 
Nor  stars  so  noblv  shine.) 

Ver.  160, 140,  9, 116. 
— 8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth; 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page! 


180  PSALM  119. 


That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

CM.    Fifth  Part.    Barby.     [*] 

Delight  in  the  Scriptures. 

Ver.  97. 

1  f\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law! 
"  'Tis  daily  my  delight; 

And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day,, 
To  meditate  thy  word; 

My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 
Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thv  word  my  heart  engage — 
How  well  employ  my  tongue' 

And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  song! 
Ver.  19. 103. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feast! 

Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb. 
So  much  delights  mv  taste. 
Ver.  72,  127. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind; 
Nor  srrall  thy  word  be  sold, 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 
Ver.  28,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 

Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, — 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

CM.     Sixth  Part.    St.  Mirtin's.    [*} 
Holiness  a?id  Comfort  from  the  J  ford. 
Ver.  128. 
1  T  ORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right, 

J-J  And  all  thy  statutes  just; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight. 
With  ev'ry  fiatt'ring  lust. 


PSALM  119.  181 


Ver.  97%  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey; 
I  keep  thy  law  in  sight, 

Through  all  the  business  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart,  in  midnight  silence,  cries, 
"How  sweet  thy  comforts  be;" 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.  162. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  some  good  word  of  thine, 

Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

CM.    Seventh  Part.     Bedford.     [*] 

Imperfection  of  Nature:  Perfection  of  Scripture*- 

Ver.  96,  Paraphrased. 

1  T  ET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join, 
3-J  To  form  one  perfect  book; 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave, 
Could  shew  one  sin  forgiv'n; 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 
Perfection  here  below; 

How  short  the  pbw'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 

But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 
While  sin  defiles  our  frame; 

And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 
-6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

•Fall  far  below  thy  word; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  onlv  with  the  Lord. 
N 


182  PSALM  119. 


CM.    Eighth  Part.     Ycrk.     [*] 

The  Word  of  Gob  the  Saint's  Portion. 

Ver.  1]1,  Paraphrased. 

1  T  ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

XJ  My  lasting  heritage; 

o  There  shall  my  noblest  povv'rs  rejoice, 

My  wannest  thoughts  engage. 
b  2  I'll  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight; 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 
— 3  'Tis  a  broad  land — of  wealth  unknown. 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, — 
o  Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 

And  hidden  glory  lies. 
— 4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have; 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest: 
g  Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

CM.    Ninth  Part.    Abridge,^] 

Teaching  of  the  Spirit  iviih  the  Word. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  rpHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

JL    How  good  thy  works  appear! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fashion'd  by  thy  hand; 
My  service  is  thy  aue; 

O  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  he  must  do. 
Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 
p  4  When  I  confess'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Thou  heardst  my  soul  complain; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 


PSALM   119.  183 


Ver.  33,  34. 
— 5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  shew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart; 
o  His  work  for  ever  I'll  pursue, 

His  law  shall  rule  my  heart.  

C.  M.    Tenth  Part.     Swanwich,     [b] 
Pleading  the  Promises. 
Ver.  38,  49. 
1  "pEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 

JO  Devoted  to  thy  fear; 
Remember,  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver  41,58,  107. 
e  2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace? 
Does  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne? — 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42. 
p  3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail; 
O  bear  thy  servant  up! 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 
e  4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord? 
—     Then  let  thy  truth  appear; 
o  Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

CM.    Eleventh  Part.    Hymn  2nd*  [b] 

Breathing  after  Holiness. 

Ver.  5,  33. 

1  C\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 
\J  To  keep  his  statutes  still! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
To  know  and  do  his  will 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down — to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart! 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 

Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 


184  PSALM  119. 


Ver.  133. 
4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word. 

And  make  my  heart  sincere: 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion.  Lord; 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 
e  5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 
My  feet  too  often  slip; 
Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 
Ver.  35. 
•  6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands; 
'Tis  a  delightful  road; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

CM.    Twelfth  Part.     Wantage.     [*] 
Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance. 
Ver.   153. 
e  1  A  MY  God,  consider  my  distress, 
J3JL  Let  mercy  plead  my  cause; 
Though  I  have  sinn'd  against  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 
p  2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach,) 
Which  I  so  justly  fear; 
Uphold  ray  life,  upnold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 
Ver.  122,  135. 
— 3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 
Nor  let  the  proud  oppress; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shillings  of  thy  face. 
Ver.  82. 
c  4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 
'When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
'And  make  my  comforts  rise?' 
Ver.  132. 
—5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same, 
o   As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  those  who  love  thy  name. 


PSALM  119.  185 


C.  M.     Thirteenth  Part.     Colchester.     [*]j 
Holy  Fear  and  Tenderness  of  Conscience. 
Ver.  10. 

1  "VVTITH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face; 

?  t     O  let  me  never  stray, 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 
Ver.  11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  conscience  clean; 

And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rising  sin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord; 

a  My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 
Ver.  161,  163. 
e  4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 
My  spirit  stands  in  awe; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.  161,  120. 
p  5  My  heart  with  sacred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word; 
My  flesh,  with  holy  trembling,  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  166, 174. 
— 6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  salvation  still; 
0  While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  1  obey  thy  will. 

C.  M.    Fourteenth  Part.  Walsal.     [b*] 

Benefit  of  Afflictions  and  Support  under  them. 

Ver.  153,  81,82. 

1  CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord; 
\J  And  thy  deliv'rance  send; 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints; 
When  will  my  troubles  end! 
Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  have  I  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod; 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
N2 


186  PSALM  119. 


Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 
When  new  distress  begins; 

I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  sins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  soul,  oppress'd  with  sorrow's  weight, 
Had  sunk  amongst  the  dead. 
Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  seem  severe;  > 

The  sharpest  suff' rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
My  feet  were  apt  to  stray: 

But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

G.  M.    Fifteenth  Part.     Bethlehem.     [*] 

Holy  Resolutions. 

Ver.  93. 

1  f\  THAT  thy  statutes,  ev'ry  hour, 
\J  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind! 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 

My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word; 
•      Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32. 
—3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin's  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large. 
Ver.  13,46. 
o  4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 
Thy  statutes  and  thy  name; 
I'JJ  speak  thy  word,  though  Kings  should  hear, 
Ncr  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


PSALM  119.  181 


Ver.  61,  69,  70. 
— 5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rise, 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, — 
Let  pride  and  maiice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 
o  6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill; 
o  I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 
C.  M.    Sixteenth  Part.    Plymouth,     [b] 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 
Ver.  25,  37. 
p  1  "V/i"Y  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust, 
HIX  Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires  and  ev'ry  lust, 
Turn  oft' these  eyes  of  mine. 
e  2  1  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way; 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 
Ver.  107. 
3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down* 

I  need  thy  q-uick'ning  pow'rs; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 
e  4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still? 
And  thou  a  faithful  God? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal, 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road? 
Ver.  159,  40. 
5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
And  long  to  see  thy  face? 
e  And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 

Without  enliv'ning  grace! 
—6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more. 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word; 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
L.  M.     First    Part.     Babylon,     [b] 

als. 


W 


Courage  and  Perseverance  under  Trial 
Ver.  143,  28. 
7TIEN  pain  and  anguish  seize  me,  Lord, 
All  my  support  is  from  thy  word; 


138  PSALM  119. 


My  soul  dissolves  for  heaviness; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  strengthening  grace. 
Ver.  51,  69, 110. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  scoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 

And  tempt  my  soul  to  snares  and  sin; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  cause, 
They  hate  to  see  me  love  thy  laws; 
But  I  will  trust,  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  shame. 

L.  M.    Second  Part.     Quercy.     [*] 
Afflictions  sanctified. 
Ver.  67,  59. 
1  T^ATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand— 
Jk-    How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod! 
That  forc'd  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  soul  to  God! 
e  2  Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord; 
p  I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way, 
— But  now  I  love,  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 
3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  bear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 
Ver.  72. 
o  4  The  law,  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more, 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Or  western  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Ver.  73. 
—5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  soul  within; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 
Ver.  74. 
«i  6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
In  my  salvation  shall  rejoice; 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


PSALM  120,  181. *89 

PSALM  120.     C.  M.     Dorset.    [*b] 
Complaint  of  Strife,  and  Desire  for  Peace. 

1  PnpHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 

JL   Pity  my  suff' ring  state; 
When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit! 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine,  my  days  are  cast 
Among  the  sons  of  strife, 

Whose  never  ceasing  brawlings  waste 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 

In  some  wide  lonesome  wilderness, 
And  leave  these  gates  of  hell! 

4  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek, 
How  lovely  are  its  charms; 

I  am  for  peace;  but  when  I  speak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  passions  still  their  souls  engage, 
And  keep  their  malice  strong; 

What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue!  ^ 

6  Should  burning  arrows  smite  thee  thro' 
Strict  justice  would  approve; 

But  I  had  rather  spare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

~PSALM  121.     L.  M.     Sheffield.    Truro.     [*] ~~ 

Divine  Protection. 
g  2TTE  lives!  the  everlasting  God, 

II  Who  built  the  world,  who  spread  the  flood; 

The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hosts  he  made; 

And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead! 
— 3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way; 

His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day; 

He  spreads  the  ev'nhig  veil,  and  keeps 

The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 
o  4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 

May  rise  secure,  securely  rest; 

Thy  hoiy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  slumber  or  surprise. 


190  PSALM    121. 


— 5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day; 
Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  sickly  ray, 
Shall  blast  thy  couch;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

o  6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  bum, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord;  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  snare. 

— 7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  pow'r; 

e  And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 

a  Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road; 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  tiiy  God. 

P.M.    Allerton.     [*] 
Gob  our  Preserver. 
1  TTPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
U   From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made: 
4  God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
—    2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares; 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide* 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
©  Those  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 
3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there: 
e   '  Thou  art  my  sun 

And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head, 
By  night  or  noon. 
o      4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath: 


PSALM   122.  191 


I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  high, 
Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALJM  122.     C.  M.     Hymn  2d.  Bethlehem.  [*] 

Going  to   Church. 
o  1   "ITOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

XX  My  friends  devoutly  say; 
o  "In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

"And  keep  the  solemn  day!" 
—2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road! 
g       The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  <jod, 
To  shew  his  milder  face, 
o  5  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
e  The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 

And  sits  in  judgment  there, 
—4  He  hears  our  praises,,  and  complaints; 
e       And,  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble,  and  rejoice! 
b  5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a   constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 
— 6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
g      Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 
P.  M.     Dalston.     [*] 
Joy  in  the  Worship  and  Blessedness  of  Zion.  *" 
b        1  UOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 

XX  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
o  "Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!" 
o  Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay 
—        2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place! 

Adorn'd  with  wondrous  graQe, 


192 PSALM  123. 

And  wails  of  strength  embrace  thee  round; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 
3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne; 
He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here: 
o  He  bids  the  saints  be  glad; 

e  He  makes  the  sinner  sad; 

— And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear, 
b  4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest; 

The  man   who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 
o  A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest. 
—        5  My  t>ngue  repeats  her  vows — 
e  "Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 

— For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 
o  And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode; 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

PSALM  123.    C.  M.     China.     [*] 
Pleading  with  Submission. 

1  r\  THOU,  whose  grace  and  justice  reign, 
\J  Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angiy  stroke; 

Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  lock; — 

3  So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 
Thy  discipline,  O  God; 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still, 
'Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Those,  who  in  wealth  and  pleasure  live, 
Our  daily  groans  deride; 

And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 


PSALM   124,   155. 193 

5  Oar  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 

That  God  will  nt>t  despise. 

PSALM  124.     L.  M.     Aantwich.     Truro.     [*] 
Song  jor  Deliverance. 

1  flTAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say, 
ITjL  Had  not  the  Lord  maintain 'd  our  side, 

When  men*to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide; — 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopt  our  breath: 
fto  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 

We  had  been  swallow'd  deep  in  death  — 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  soul! 

u  3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  shout  and  sing, 
Who  just  escap'd  the  fatal  stroke; 
So  files  the  bird,  with  cheerful  wing. 
When  once  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke, 

u  4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  cursed  snare; 
Whosav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  sword, 
And  made  ouf  lives  and  souls  his  care. 

g  5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Who  form'd  the  eafth  and  built  the  skies; 
£Ie  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  charch  with  watchful  eyes. 

PSALM  125.   S.  M.     Watchman.     [*] 
The  Saints  Trial  and  Safety. 
o       1  TC^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they, 

JTV  Who  rest  their  souls  on  God; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt. 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 
—    2   As  mountains  stood  to  guard 
The  city's  sacred  ground; 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 
e      3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chastising  stroke; 
Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  q 
Its  fury  shall  bebroke. 
O 


194  PSALM  126,  ik7. 

p      4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those, 

Whose  faith  and  pious  fear — 
Whose  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 
—    5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  oppress  the  saint; 
o  The  God  of  Israel  will  support 

His  children,  lest  they  faint. 
e       6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hel!, 
a  We  must  expect  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

PSALM  126.  C.  M.     Sunday.     Sivamvick.      [*] 
A  remarkable  Display  .of  Divine  Grace. 
1  "VE7HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
?  ▼     And  chang'd  my  mouriiful  state, 
u  My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 

The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 
—2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
o  My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
o      And  sung  surprising  grace. 
d  3  "Great  is  the  work!"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine; 
"Great  is  the  work!"  my  heart  reply 'd, 
o       "And  be  the  glory  thine." 
o  4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rtefe 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
— 5  Let  those,  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
'Till  the  fair  harvest  come; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great. 
0      And  shout  the  blessing:;  home. 
—6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust", 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope; 
o  The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost. 
For  grace  ensures  the  crop. 


I 


PSALM  127.     L.  M.     Portugal.     [*] 
Success  and  Happiness  from  God. 
F  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost, 
And  pains,  to  build  the  house,  are  lost, 


PSALM   128,  159.  195 

It"  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 
:  What  if  you  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done; 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  you  dread; — 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blest: 
lie  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest; 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too, 
If  God  our  sovereign  make  them  so. 

4  Happy  the  man,  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends; 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  season'd  with  his  love! 

PSALM  128.    C.    M.     Devizes.  '  [*]         " 
Familv  Blessings. 

1  f\  HAPPY  man,  whose  soul  is  fill'd 
Vf  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe! 

His  lips  to  God  their  honcfurs  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  shall  stand, 
And  ever  guard  thy  head; 

Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine; 
Thy  children  round  thy  board, 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfil, 
For  months  and  years  to  come; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  send  the  blessings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man,  whose  happy  eyes 
Shall  see  his  house  increase; 

Shall  see  the  sinking  church  arise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

"TSALM  129.    C~  M.     Altar.     [ *] 

Persecutors  punished. 
1  TIP  from  mv  youth,  may  Israel  say, 

*J   Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day. 

And  tedious  ?.s  the  years. 


196  PSALM   ISO. 

2  Up  from  my  youth,  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  sons  of  strife; 

Oft  they  assail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  not  destroy 'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plough  hath  torn  my  flesh, 
With  furrows  long  and  deep; 

Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afresh; 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  sleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 
And  with  impartial  eye, 

Measur'd  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
And  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  insolence  surpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zioa  seiz'd, 
With  honour  to  the  soul. 

6  Thus  shall  the  men,  who  hate  the  saints, 
Be  blasted  from  the  sky; 

Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 

And  all  their  projects  die.  

"PSALM  130.     C.  M.     Abridge.     Sunday.     [*} 

Pardoning  Grace. 
e  1   i"|UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
Vr  The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
a  2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye, 
And  thirie  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge,  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 
— 3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
e  5  (Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 

And  meet  them  with  their  eyes; — 
6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meet  the  first  op'nings  of  thy  face* 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.) 


PSALM  ISO,  131.  1 97 

o  7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 
Let  Israel  seek  his  face; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 
o  S  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne, 
For  sinners  long  enslav'd; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  son; 
And  Israel  shall  be  sav'd. 

L.  M.    Bath,  Armley.     [*] 
Pardoning  Grace. 
a   1   T^ROM  deep' distress,  and  troubled  thoughts, 
J-    To  thee,  my  God,  I  raise  my  cries: 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
.  No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 
—2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there; 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 

And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 
e  3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And.  long  and  wish  for  breaking  day, 

So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate; 

When  will  my  God  his  face  display? 
r>  4  My  trust  is  nx'd  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain, 
g  5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 

Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son; 

He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM  131.     C.  M.     York,  [b] 

Humility  and  Submission. 
€  1   "TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
JL  Search,  gracious  God,  and  see* 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee, 
a  2  I  charge  my  thot's,  be  humble  still, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will. 
And  quiet  as  a  <:V 


198      PSALM  135., 

—3  The  p.Uient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Shall   lave  a  Large  reward; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  res  gn'd, 
And  trust  a  faithful   Lord. 

PSALM  132.    L.  M.    Leeds.     [*] 
V.  5,  13—18.— The  House  of  God. 
1  T\f  IiEKE  shall  we  go,  to  seek  and  find 

▼  ▼     An  habitation  for  our  God? 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood? 

o  2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still, 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 
— 3  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,  saith  the  Lord; 
o  Here  shall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 

And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 
e  4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread: 

Sinners  who  wait  before  my  door, 

With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 
— 5  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 

My  priests,  my  ministers  shall  shine: 

Not  Aaron  in  his  costly  dress, 

Made  an  appearance  so  divine, 
o  6  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  shall  shout  and  sing; 

The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 

And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King.  ■■ 

C.  M.     Christmas.     Sivamvick .     [*] 
V.  4,  5,  7,8,  15-17.-Gon's  Presence  the  Glory  of  His  House. 
o  4     1  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

J\-  And  enter  to  thy  rest; 
e  Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 

Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bless'd. 
e  5  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain. 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 


PSALM  153.  199 

— 6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows; 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread: 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
Arid  till  thy  poor  with  bread. 
o  7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 
g  8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne; 
And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM  133.    CM.     Hymn  2nd,    St.  Ann's.  [*] 

Brotherly  Love. 
1  T  O,  what  an  entertaining  sight, 

JLA  Are  brethren  who  agree! 
Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite, 

In  bands  of  piety! 

b  2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ  the  spring, 
Descend  to  ev'ry  soul, 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 

Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 
3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head; 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
f>  4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill; 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

S.  M.     Peckham.  [*] 
Union  and  Peace. 
fc>      1  TJLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

_I3  Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 
o       2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their 

Make  their  communion  sweet, 


300  TSALM  133,  134. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head, 
They  poiir'd  the  rick  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 
o      4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills, 
The  saints  are  blest  above; 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

P.  M.    Dahton.  [*] 
The  Blessings  of  Friendship. 
b  1  TTOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 

JUL  Kindred  and  friends  agree! 
Each  in  their  proper  station  move; — 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love! 
2  'Tis  like  the  ointment,  shed 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet! 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume; 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet. 
o  3  Like  fruitful  show'rs  of  rain, 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills; 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  soul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  distils. 

PSALM  134.     CM.    Devizes.     [*] 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion. 
1  "ftT'E  who  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
X    Attend  his  holy  place; 
e  Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 

And  bless  his  wondrous  grace. 
a  2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  send  your  souls  on  high; 
o  Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 

Above  the  starry  sky. 
o  3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts, 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace; 
g  The  God  who  spread  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  ruses  the  swelling  seas. 


PSALM    135. 201 

PSALM  135.  L.M.  First  Part.  Jll-Sainta.  [*] 
V.  1 — i,  14,  19—21. — The  Church  God's  House  and  Care. 

1  TT|R.AISE  ye  the  Lord;  exalt  his  name, 
JL    While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 

Ye  saints,  who  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord;  the  Lord  is  good; 
To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 
e  3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends: 

And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 

Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 
tf  4  Through  ev'ry  age,  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod; 

He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
g  And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 
o  5  Bless  him,  all  ye  who  taste  his  love; 

People  and  priests,  exalt  his  name: 

Amongst  his  saints  he  ever  dwells; 

His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

L.M.    Second  Part.    Psalm  97 th.  Blendon.  [*] 
V.  5 — 12. — Creation,  Providence,  and  Redemption. 

1  |^1  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 
\X  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne; 

Whate'erhe  please,  in  earth  or  sea, 
Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rise, 
The  lightnings  flash,  the  thunders  roar! 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempest  from  his  airy  store! 

a  3  'Twas  he  those  dreadful  tokens  sent, 

O  Egypt,  through  thy  stubborn  land! 

When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men, 

Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand! 
o  4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 

He  slew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 

To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave? 


202  PSALM   135,  156. 

g  5  His  pow'r  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 
That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  possess, 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

C.  M.    Hartford.     [*] 

Praise  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 

1     A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 

J\.  Your  sweetest  passions  raise; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

g  2  Great  is  the  Lord:  and  works  unknown, 

Are  his  divine  employ: 
e  But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 

His  treasure  and  his  joy. 
g  3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea  confess  his  hand; 

He  bids  the  vapours  i*ise; 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 

Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 
—4  All  pow'r,  that  kings  or  gods  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  with  him  alone: 
c  But  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  nam'd, 

Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 
c  5  Which  of  the  stocks  or  stones  they  trust, 

Can  give  them  show'rs  of  rain? 
In  vain  tliey  worship  glitt'ring  dust, 

And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 
—8  Ye  saints  adore  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
•  He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 

And  claims  your  honours  there. 


PSALM  136.    P.  M.    Allerton.     [*] 
Praise  for  Divine  Perfections  and  Works. 
1   i^  I VE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

\Jf  The  universal  Lord; 
The  sov'reign  King  of  kings; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 
d  His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 


PSALM  136.  20: 


— 2  How  mighty  is  his  hand! 
What  wonders  he  hath  done! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heav'ns  alone, 
d  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 
— 3  His  wisdom  fram'd  the  sun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light: 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars, 
To  cheer  the  darksome  night, 
d  His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 
a  8  lie  saw  the  nations  lie, 
All  perishing  in  sin; 
And  pity'd  the  sad  state, 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in* 
d  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word, 
o  9  He  sent  his  only  Son, 
To  save  us  from  our  woe; 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  ev?ry  hurtful  foe. 
d  His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise, 
s   3  0  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing, 
d  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word, 

L.  M.     Truro.     [*] 
Creation,  Providence,  arid  Grace. 
I   A  ~i  IVE  to  Gur  God  immortal  praises 
"3f    Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways* 


204 PSALM  138. 

d  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong;. 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song 
— 2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 

The  King  of  king.-  with  glory  crown; 
d  His  mercies  evei    shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 
— 3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 

And  fix'd  the  starry  lights  on  high; 
d  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 
— 4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 

He  bids  the  moon  direct  tne  night: 
d  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 
— 5  (The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

And  brought  them  to  the  prornis'd  land; 
d  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song.) 
e  6  (He  saw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  sin, 

And  felt  his  pity  work  within; 
d  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more.) 
o  7  He  sent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  save, 

From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave; 
d   Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 
— 8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 

And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat: 
d  His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

PSALM  138.    L.  M.     Quercy.     [*] 
Restoring'  and  preserving  Grace. 
1    \\T ITH  all  my  p-ow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue, 

t  ?     I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  note  I  raise, 
approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 
e  2  Angels  who  make  the  church  their  care, 
Shall  witness  my  devotion  there; 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes, 
To  thy  r;iir  temple  in  the  skies. 


PSALM  1S8.  205 

•_* • — t 

— 3  1*11  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord; 

I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word; 

Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 

So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  show. 
e  6  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand; 
— Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  .revive, 

And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 
o  7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 

To  save  from  sorrow  or  from  sins; 

The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 

Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

PSALM  139.  L.M.  IstPart.  Bath.  Geneva.l*'] 

The  all-seeing-  Gon. 
clT  ord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through; 
JLi  Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  pow'rs. 
2  My  tho'ts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 
p  3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand: 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
—7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  light; 
a  Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 

And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 
— 8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 

I  fly  beyond  the  Western  sea; 
o  Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 

And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 
-r-9  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night; 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 
f  10  O  may  these  tho'ts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare, 

Consent  to  sin;  for  God  is  there!  , 

P 


*06  PSALM  159. 


L.  M.     Second  Part.    Portugal.     [*] 
The  ivondevjul  Formation  of  Man. 

1  yTWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

JL     A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame; 
In  me,  thy  fearful  wonders  shine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  skiji  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  survey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  contusion  lay; 
Thou  saw'st  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

4  At  last  to  show  my  Maker's  name, 
God  stamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame! 
And  in  some  unknown  moment  join '4 
The  finish'd  members  of  the  mind, 

6  Lord  since,  in  my  advancing  age, 
I've  acted  on  life's  busy  stage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  t<?  me  surmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount- 

7  I  could  survey  the  ocean  o'er. 

And  count  each  sand  that  makes  theshnrs, 
Before  my  swiftest  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  These  on  my  heart  arc  still  impress'd^ 
With  these  I  give  my  eyes  to  rest; 

Aaid  at  my  waking  hour  I  find, 
God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 

CM.     First  Part.     Wantage,     [b] 
Cod's  0:nnilrdi,e:u:c  and  O.nviscience. 
c  1  ~|"N  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
JL    In  vain  my  soul  would  try, 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice- of  thine  eye. 
2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 
-—3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean.  t 


PSALM  159.       20: 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high' 

Where  can  a  creature  hid  ! 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Reset  on  ev'ry  side. 
0  5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  gua^d  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love. 

pause.    Windsor. 
a.  6  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, — 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 
e  7  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath, 

To  'scape  the  wrath  divine; 
0  Thy  voice  could  break  the  bars  of  death, 

And  make  the  grave  resign. 
—•8  If  wingM  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  West; 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 

Would  sDon  betray  my  rest. 
9  If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night; 
€  Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law, 

Would  turn  the  shades  to  light, 
g  10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee: 
e  O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  Pcw'r, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 
CM.  Second  Part.     Colchester.     [*] 
Wisdom  of  Gob  in  the  Formation  of  Man. 

1  "l^^HEN  I,  with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 

»  »      And  all  my  frame  survey, 
Lord,  His  thy  work!  I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reirts  posscst, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew; 

Thy  wisdom  all  my  features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicest  care  survey 'd 
The  growth  of  evVy  part; 


20S PSALM  139,  141. 

—  — — - —  , 

'Till  the  whole  scheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copied  by  thy  art. 
3  4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea,  and  fire  and  wind, 
Shew  me  thy  wondrous  skill; 
But  I  review  myself  and  find 
e      Diviner  wonders  still. 
-£  5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  shine, 
My  flesh  proclaims  thy  praise; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

CM.     Third  Part.     York.     [*] 
The  Mercies  of  Gud  innumerable. 
1  T  ORD,  wnen  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JLi    They  strike  me  with  surprise; 
•  Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 

To  equal  numbers  rise. 
e  2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands — 

The  product  of  thy  skill; 
©  And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
—3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep, 
e      How  kind,  how  dear  to  me! 
o  O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM  141.     L.  M.      Worshifu     Dresden.      [*] 

Ver.  2,3,  4,  5. —  IVatchjuluess  and  Brotherly  Love. 

1    ,%/|Y  G'-d,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Jl*Jl    Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house*; 

And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 

Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  sacrifice. 
$  2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 

From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 

The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 

Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way! 
o  Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 

Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 
e  4  When  I  behold  them  press'd  with  grief, 

I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
—■And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 

Mow  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love,- 


PSALM  142,  143.  209 

PSALM  142.    C.  M.     Isle  of  Wight,     [b] 

God  the  Hope  of  the  Helpless, 
1  nrO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 

JL   From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints,  before  his  throne, 
I  pour'd  out  all  ray  grief. 
p  2  -My  soul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes, 
My  heart  begin  to  break; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burden  knows, 

He  knows  the  way  I  take. 
3  On  ev'ry  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone; 
While  friends  and  strangers  past  me  by,    ' 
Neglected  and  unknown. 
o  4  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

And  calPd  thy  mercy  near; 
d  "Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die,— 

"Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
e  5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
—    Now  let  thine  ear  attend; 

And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 

I've  an  Almighty  Friend. 
6  From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free, 
o      Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name; 
And  holy  men  snail  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

F5ALM  143.     L.  M.     Geneva,     [b] 
Complaint  and  Hope. 
a  1  ~fk/|"Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
i*JL  Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  succour  from  thy  throne; 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known, 
p  4  I  dwell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 

My  heart  is  desolate  within: 
My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
— 5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hop?. 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up; 

1  stretch  my  hand  to  God  again, 

And  thirst  like  parched  lands  for  ra'n. 
P2 


210  PSALM  144, 


p  7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
Will  sink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave: 
My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye, 

— Make  haste  to  help — before  I  die. 

9  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, — 
And  lift  my  weary  soul  on  high: 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, — 
And  wear  the  tiresome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  show. 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  should  go; 

If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 
o  I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
— 11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill; 

Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 

Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above.  — — 

PSALM  144.     CM.   First  Part.  Bedford.  [*] 
V.  1,  "2. — Aid  and  Victory  in  Spiritual  Wavf are. 

1  T?OR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
JT    My  Saviour  and  my  Shield; 

He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He  makes  my  soul  his  care; 

Instructs  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  Friend  and  Helper,  so  divine, 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raise: 

He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine; 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 
C.  M.    Second  Part.     Reading,     [b] 
V.  3,  4,  5,  6. — Vanity  ofj&an,  and  Condesccnrion  ^G^d. 
pi  T  ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
I-J  Born  of  the  earth  at  first! 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 

Still  hasting  to  the  dust! 
2  ()  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  any  of  his  race, 
—That  God  should  make  it  his  concern, 
To  visit  him  with  grace! 


PSALM  144,   145.  211 

g  3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down! 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above! 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown — 
How  wondrous  is  his  love! 

L.  M.     Shod.      [*] 
V.  12— 15.— T/ie  Happy  City  and  Nation. 

1  TTAPPY  the  city,  where  their  sons, 
AX  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set; 

And  daughters,  bright  as  polish'd  stones, 
Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 

2  Happy  the  country,  where  the  sheep, 
Cattle,  and  corn,  have  large  increase; 
Where  men  securely  work  or  sleep, 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace, 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow 'd; 
But  more  divinely  blest  are  those, 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God 
Himself,  with  all  his  grace,  bestows. 

PSALM  145.     L.  M.     Green's.     JVantwic/i.  [*]" 
The  Greatness  of  God. 

1  ~\M ' Y  God,  jny  King,  thy  various  praise, 
ItX  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 

'Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song, 
u  2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 

Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 

And  ev'ry^setting  sun  shall  see 

New  works  of  duty,  done  for  thee. 
— 3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim; 

Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream: 

Thy  mercy  swift;  thine  anger  slow, — 
e  But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 
g  4  Thy  works  with  sov'reign  glory  shine, 

And  speak  thy  majesty  Divine: 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 

The  sound  and  honour  of  thy  name, 
o  5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 

The  long  succession  of  thy  praise; 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 

The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 


212  PSALM  145. 


e  6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds? 
— Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds: 
y  Vast — and  unsearchable  thy  ways, 
Vast — and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 

CM.  First  Part.    Barby.     Mitcham.  [*] 
Ver.  1 — -7, 11 — 13. — The  Greatness  of  Gob. 
o  1   T  ONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
XJ  My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 
— 2  Great  is  the  Lord.;  his  pow'r  unknown; 
And  let  his  praise  be  great: 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
o  3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men,  who  hear  my  sacred  song, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 
— 4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  Name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 
e  Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 
ii  5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date- 
Shall  through  the  world  be  known; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thine  heav'nly  state. 
With  public  splendor  shown. 
g  6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands; 
Thy  saints  are  rul'd  by  love: 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, — 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

C.  M.     Skcond  Part.     Swcnnv:ck.     [*] 
Ver.  7,  &c. — The  Goodness  of  Gov. 
o  1    QWEET  is  the  mcm'ry  of  thy  grace, 
KJ   My  God,  my  hefav'niy  King; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness. 
In  sounds  of  glory  s'ing. 
— 2  God  reigns  en  high;  but  ne'er  confi 
His  goodness  to  the  skit   : 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  1  shines', 

And  ev'iy  want  supplies. 


V 


PSALM   145,  146.  SH3 

c  3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food; 
o  Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 

And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 
e  4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord! 
e       How  slow  thine  anger  moves! 
o  But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word, 

To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 
o  5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim; 
But  saints,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 
CM.     Third  Part.     Sunday.     [*] 
Ver.  14 — 17,  &c. — JMercy  to  Sufferers. 
ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all' 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  who  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  distrest, 

Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner's  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  tott'ring  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth; 

Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  Ke  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel, 
He  hears  his  children  cry, 

And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
,5  His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere: 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 

Is  join 'd  with  holy  fear.  — — 

PSALM  146.    L.jM.     Old  Hundred.  [*] 
Praise  for  Divine  Goodness  and  Truth. 
4  TTAPPY  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 

JEX  On  yhrael's  God:  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


I 


SI* PSALM  146. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 
lie  saves  the  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ncr  sweet  release. 
r  C  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 
—7  He  loves  his  saints;  he  knows  them  well; 
e  But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 
o  Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

P.  M.     *SY.  Hellcn's.     [*] 
Praise  for  Divine  Goodness  and  Truth. 
"I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs: 
— My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
c  2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
e  Princes  must  die,  and  turn  to  dust: 
Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood: 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  powV, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good, 
o  3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  He  made  the  sky. 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
— His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 

He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
e  4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace: 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
— 5  He  loves  his  saints;  he  knows  ttfem  well; 
e  But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 
o       Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns: 


PSALM  147.  21 


o  Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage: 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains, 
s  6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rg: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  147.  L.  M.   IscPart.   Old  Hundred.  [*} 
Divine  Nature,  Providence,  and  Grace. 

1  TJHAISE  ye  the  Lord:  'tis  good  to  raise 
JL    Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise; 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite, 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name; 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heav'nly  flami 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names! 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, — 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drownMf 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite: 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 
Pa  u  3  k  .     Canile-  Street. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high. 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  sky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 

Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn; 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  the  young  ravens,  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force, 
The  sprightly  man,  the  warlike  ho 
The  nimble,  wit,  the  active  limb! 

All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him,. 


216 PSALM  147.   148. 

8  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight: 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 
CM.     Hartford.     [*] 
V.  7—9,  13— 18.— Tkt  Seasons  of  the  Tear. 
q  1  "IM^ITH  songs  and  honours,  sounding  loud, 
f  f     Address  the  Lord  on  high: 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
b  2  He  sends  his  show'rs  of  blessings  down, 
To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
o  3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry; 
But  man,  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  raise  his  honours  high. 
e  4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 
5  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

o  6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  higli 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  who  dares  his  God  defy, 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
b  7  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
o  8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word: 
g  With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord; 

PSALM   148.     P    M.       Triumph.     [*] 
Praise  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
o       1  "1l7E  tribes  of  Adam  join 

JL     With  heav'n  and  earth  and  seas, 


TSALM  148.  217 

And  offer  notes  divine, 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  I  In  worlds  of  light, 

Of  angels  bright,  |  Begin  the  sqng. 

—    3  The  shining  worlds  above, 

In  glorious  order  stand; 

Or  in  swift  courses  move, 

By  his  supreme  command, 
o  He  spake  the  word, —     I  From  nothing  came, 
And  all  their  frame         j  To  praise  the  Lord. 

g      4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels, 

In  unknown  ages  past; 

And  each  his  word  fulfils, 

While  time  and  nature  last. 
In  diff'rent  ways,  I  His  wondrous  name, 

His  works  proclaim        j  And  speak  his  praise: 

e       3  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear, 

The  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King; 

And  while  you  rule  us  here, 

His  heav'nly  honours  sing: 
Nor  let  the  dream  J  Make  you  forget 

Of  pow'r  and  state,        |  His  pow'r  supreme. 

o      9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 

To  sound  his  praise  divine; 
e      While  infancy  and  age 

Their  feebler  voices  join: 
o  Wide  as  he  reigns  I  By  ev'ry  tongue, 

His  name  be  sung,  |  In  endless  strains: 

g      10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  who  rules  above; 

He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love: 
While  earth  and  sky       I  His  saints  shall  raise 
Attempt  his  praise,         j  His  honours  high. 

L.  M.  Paraphrased.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
Universal  Praise  to  God. 
g  IT  OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

JLiFrom  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwejl; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful — down  to  hell. 
Q 


218  PSALM  IIS, 


3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  shining  bli,ss; 

o  Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  bis. 

— 9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

e  When  nature  all  around  you  sings; 

u  O  for  a  shout — from  old  and  young,— 
From  humble  swains,  and  lofty  kings. 

g  10  Wide — as  his  vast  dominion  lies- 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known: 

u  Loud — as  his  thunder — shout  his  praise, 

g  And  sound  it  lofty— as  his  throne. 

e  11  Jehovah — 'tis  a  glorious  word, — 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue; 

o  But  saints  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

o  12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  lovfe, 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord! 
u  From  all  below  and  ail  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

.5.  M.     St.  Thomas's.     [*] 
Universal  Praise. 

1  T  ET  ev'ry  creature  join, 

JLi    To  praise  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heav'nly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon,  with  paler  rays, 

Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 
And  tix'd  their  wondrous  frame; 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 

And  ever  speak  his  name. 
i  Ye  vapours,  when  you  rise, 

Or  fall  in  show'rs,  or  snow, — 
Ye  thunders,  murmVmg  round  the  skies, 

His  pow'r  and  glory  show. 
5  Wind,  hail,  and  flashing  fire. 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord; 
When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire, 

To  execute  his  word. 


PSALM  149,  150.  £19 


6  By  ail  his  works  above 
His  honours  be  express'*!; 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 

Should  sing  his  praises  best.  

PSALM  149.    C.  M.    ArundcL     [*] 

The  Saints  judging  the  World. 
1     A  LL  ye  who  lo\-e  the  Lord,  rejoice, 

1\  And  let  your  songs  be  new; 
Amidst  the  church,  with  cheerful  voice, 

His  later  wonders  shew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  sing; 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 
Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn: 

The  meek,  who  lie  despis'd  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

-4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed; 
And,  like  the  souls  in  glory,  sing: 

For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fill  their  tongues,. 
Their  hands  shall  wield  the  sword; 

And  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Christ  his  judgment  seat  ascends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 

Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  Wends, 

Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here.  


PSALM  150.     C.  M.     Vox'Ac^ij.     [*] 
Ver.  1,  2,  6. — A  song  of  Praise. 

1  TTN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise; 
X  His  grace  he  there  reveals: 

To  heav'u  your  joy  and  wonder  raise; 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 
While  you  rehearse  his  deeds: 

But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blest; 


220 DOXOLOGIES. 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heav'n. 
C.  M. 

LET  God,— the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit, — be  ador'd; 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 
C.  M. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death; 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 

And  new  creating  breath. 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, — 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, — 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
S.  M. 

TE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  who  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 
P.  M. 
""VT'OW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
J.^l      The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  giv'n— 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 
P.M. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne, 
Perpetual  honours  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise: 
With  all  our  pow'rs,       I  Thy  name  we  sing, 
Eternal  King,  While  faith  adores. 


CHRISTIAN    PSALMODY. 

PART  II. 
WATTS'S  HYMNS  ABRIDGED. 

BOOK  I. 

COLLECTED    FH03I   THE   HOLY  SCR.TPTURES. 


HYMN  1.    C.  M.     Devizes.  St.Asafih?*.     [*] 

A  J\'ew  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  ~vas  slain. 

Rev.  v,  6,  8,  9, 10,1  -2. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  his  Father's  throne: 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
And  songs,  before  unknown, 
e  2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 
— 3  Those  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise: 
e  Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praise, 
s  G  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 
Be  endless  blessings  paid; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain, 
Forever,  on  thy  head, 
d  7  Thou  hast  redeem 'd  our  souls  with  bloodjj 
Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free: 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee! 
g  8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r: 
Then  shorten  these  delaying  days; 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 
HYMN   2.     L.  M.     Castle  street.     [*]         " 
The  Deity  a?id  Humanity  of  Christ.    John  i,  J,  3jl4; 
Col.  i,  16;  and'Enh.  iii,  9,  10. 
1  "JT^RE  the  blue  heav'ns  wire  stretch'd  abroad, 
XJ    From  everlasting  Was  the  Word; 
Q2 


222  HYMN  g. Book  I. 

With  God  he  was;  the  W  ord  was  God! 

And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made, 

By  him  supported  all  things  stand; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 

And  angels  fty  at  his  command, 
p  4  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heav'niy  forms — 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay: 

That  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 

Dress'd  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 
o  5  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 

Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son; 
c  How  full  of  truth!  how  full  of  grace! 

When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone, 
g  6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell, 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 

The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

HYMN  3.    S.  M.     St.  Thomas's  [*] 
The  Nativity  of  Christ.    Luke  i,  30,  &c.  Luke  ii,  10. 
1  "OEHOLD,  the  grace  appears! 
-O  The  promise  is  fulfill'd! 
Mary  the  wondrous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  child! 
4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 
A  heav'niy  form  appears, 
He  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banishes  their  fears. 
e       5  "Go,  humble  swains,"  said  he, 
"To  David's  city  fly; 
<4The  promis'd  Infant,  born  to  day, 
"Does  in  a  manger  lie. 
6  "With  looks,  and  hearts,  serene, 
"Go  visit  Ciuist,  your  King:" 
— And  straight  a  flaming  troop  was  seen; 
The  shepherds  heard  them  sing: — 
o       7  "Glory  to  God  on  high! 

"And  heav'niy  peace  on  earth; 
"Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 


Book  I. HYMM   5,  7.  2?s 

HYMN  5.  C.  M.   Canterbury.  Isle  of  Wight,   [b] 

Submissiim  to  afflictive  Providence.    Job  i,  21. 
1  "VTAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

jJi    And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  oar  dust, 
e  2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 
—3  'Tis  God,  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave; 
He  give* — and  (blessed  be  his  name!) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 
a  4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then, 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Re  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 
o  5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread; 
e  And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too, 

That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN  7.     CM.     Sunday.     [*] 
Invitation  of  the  Gospel.    Isa.lv,  1,  2,  &c. 
1  T  ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

1_J  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 
q  2  Ho!  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind,— 
e  And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 

To  fill  an  empty  mind: — 
o  3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 
A  soul  reviving  feast; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 
o  4  Ho!  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 
e       And  pine  away,  and  die; 
o  Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  oever  dry. 


224  riYMISi  9.  BookL 

o  5  Hirers  of  lote,  and  mercy  here, 
In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation,  in  abundance,  flows, 
Like  flood?  of  milk  and  wine, 
d  6  (Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  n  >t  hide  your  sin; — 
7  Come  naked — and  adorn  your  souls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God; 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dyed  in  his  own  blood.) 
e  8  (Dear  God!  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlasting  mines; 
Deep  as  cur  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins!) 
o  9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  Open  night  and  day: 
— Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

~  HYMN  9.     C.  M.     Zion.     [*] 

Proffered  Grace.    Isa.  Iv,  1,  2;  Zech.  xiii,  1;  Mic.  vii,  19; 

Ezek.  xxx vi,  25,  ho. 
e  1  TN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives, 

Jl    To  gather  empty  wind; 
The  choicest  blessings,  earth  can  yield, 

Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
o  2  Come— and  the  Lord  shall  feed  our  souls, 

With  more  substantial  meat; 
With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 

With  such  as  angels  eat. 
—3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace; 
He  gives,  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath, 

The  riches  of  his  grace, 
o  4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  soul 

And  w a sh  away  our  stai 
c  In  the  dear  fountain,  that  his  Son, — 

Pour'd  from  his  dying  v 
d  7  Our  heart,  that  fhnty,  stubborn  tih: 

That  terroiirs  cannot  n\ovg, — 


Book  I,  HYMN  10.  2?5 

That  fears  no  threat'niags  of  his  wrath — 
Shall  be  dissolved  by  love. 
— 8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 
That  would  not  be  refin'd; 
And,  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 

Bestow  a  softer  mind. 
9  There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law; 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw, 
o  10  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise; 
d  We — the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  He — our  God  of  grace. 

HYMN  10.     S.  M.     Newton.    St.  Thomas's.     [*]' 
The  Blessedness  of  Gospel  Times.  Isa.  v,  2,  7,  8,  9, 10; 
Matt,  xiii,  16,  17. 
1  XT^^r  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

JUL  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal! 
b      2  How  charming  is  their  voice! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are! 
0  "Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour — King, 

"He  reigns  and  triumphs  here!" 
o      3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound! — 
— Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought  but  never  found! 
o      4' How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light! 
e  Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 

Butdy'd  without  the  sight.1 
o      5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
o  Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  desarts  learn  the  joy. 
g      6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


220  HYMN  11,14.  Book  f. 

HYMN  11.    L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 

The  Sovereignty  of  Grace.    Luke  x,  21,  22. 

J  ritHERE  was  an  hour  when  Christ  rejoie'd, 

JL    And  spoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praise: 
"Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"Lord  of  the  earth  and  heav'ns  and  seas. 

2  "I  thank  thy  sov' reign  pow'r  and  love, 
"That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  success; 
"And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
"The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace 

3  "But  all  this  glory  lies  conccal'd 
"From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might; 
"The  prince  of  darkness  blinds  their  eyes, 
"And  their  own  pride  resists  the  light. 

4  "Father,  'tis  thus,  because  thy  will 
"Chose  and  ordain'd  it  should  be  so; 
"'Tis  thy  delight,  t*  abase  the  proud, 
"And  lay  the  haughty  scorner  low. 

5  "There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
"But  those  who  learn  it  from  the  Son; 
"Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"Bat  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 

6  Then  let  our  souls  adore  our  God, 
Who  deals  his  graces  as  he  please; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
Or  of  his  actions  or  decrees. 

KY:  IN  14.     L.  M.     Gloucester.    jVezvcourt.    [*] 
Christ's  unchangeable  Love.     Rom.  vi'ii,  S3,  &c. 

1  XJ57HO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn? 

▼  T     'Tis  God  Who  justifies  their  souls; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 
'Tis  Christ  who  smTer'd  in  their  stead; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives!  he  lives!  and  sits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there: 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair? 


J5  ftpkl. HYMN  16,  18. 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness? 

lie,  who  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  tlyin  conqu'rors  too... 

5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  a  dying  hour: 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hop 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  apropi 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  reaaoVe» 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love.  ^ 

"HYMN  l^THTuT'Devizes.  '  [*] 
Ifosaima  to  Christ.  Matt,  xxi,  9;   Luke  xix,  b%  40* 
1  TTOSANNA  to  the  royal  Son, 
XX  Of  David's  ancient  line! 
e  His  natures  two,  his  person  oue, 
Mysterious  and  divine. 

—2  The  llont  of  David,  here  we  find,, 

And  Offspring,  is  the  same; 
e  Eternity  and  time  are- join'd, 

In  our  Emmanuel's  name, 
o  3  Eless'd  He,  who  comes  to  wretched  men, 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'x;! 
u  Hosannas  of  the  highest  strain, 

To  Christ  the  Lord  be  gtv'n! 

i— 4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Th*  Hosanna  on  their  tongues; 
o  Lest  rock?  and  stones  should  rise,  and  breali 

Their  silence  into  songs. 

HYMN  18.     CM.     Canterbury.     [*]  ' 

Blessed — who  die  in  the  Lord.     Rev.  xiv,  1J. 
IT REAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims, 
XX    For  all  the  pious  dead! 
a  Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 
— 2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd; 
e      How  kind  their  slumbers  are! 
— From  sufferings,  and  from  sins  relea^'d, 

And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 
o  .3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 


228 HYMN  19,  21.  Book  f. 

g  The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
En/1  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  19.     C  M.     Barby.  Zion.     [*]        " 
Simeon;  or,  happy  Death.    Luke  i,  27,  &c. 
1  T  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

JLi    As  happy  Simeon  came; 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here — 
O  make  our  joys  the  same! 
o  2  With  what  divine,  and  vast  delight, 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd; 
When,  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  Child. 
e  3  "Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry'd; 
"Behold  thy  servant  dies: 
"I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord; 
"And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 
o  4  "This  is  the  Light,  prepar'd  to  shine, 
"Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
"Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"To  break  their  slavish  bands." 
— 5  Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 
Hath  overpow'ring  charms! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  soul! 

"  HYMN  21.     CM.     York.     [*]  ' 

Kingdom  of  Christ  among  Men.     Rev.  xxi,  1,  2,  3,  4. 
o  1  "|    O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

JLi    To  our  believing  eyes! 
g  The  earth  aitd  sea*  are  pass'd  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies! 
o  2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 
p— 3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 
o  * 'Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 

"Qf  your  descending  King. 


Book  I.  HYMN  25,  C6.  859 

— 4  "The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men, 

"Removes  his  bless'd  abode; 
e  "Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 

"And  he  their  loving  God. 
5  "His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears, 

"From  ev'ry  weeping  eye; 
"And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 

"And  death  itself  shall  die." 
—6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long, 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
ti  Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  25,     L.  M.     O/iorto.     [*] 
Ji  Vision  of  the  Lamb.    Rev.  v,  6,  7,  8,  9. 
o  1     A  LL  mortal  vanities,  be  gone! 

J\-  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears; 
e  Behold,  amidst  th'  eternal  throne, 

A  vision  of  the  Lamb  appears! 
-—4  All  the  assembling  saints  around 

Fall  worshipping  before  the  Lamb; 

And,  in  new  songs  of  gospel  sound, 

Address  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  The  joy,  the  shout,  the  harmony — 
o  Flies  o'er  the  everlasting  hills; 
o  "Worthy  art  Thou  alone,"  they  cry, 

"To  read  the  book,  to  loose  the  seals." 
o  6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  strain; 

And  with  transporting  pleasure  sing, 
u   Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

To  be  our  Teacher  and  our  King! 
o  8  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  from  hell, 

With  thine  invaluable  blood; 

And  wretches,  who  did  once  rebej, 

Are  now  made  fay 'rites  of  their  God. 
g  9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 

Who  dy'd  for  treasons  not  his  own; 

By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne. 

HYMN  26.    C.  M.     St.  Martin's.     Bedford.     [*] 
Hope  of  Heaven,  by  Chuist.     1  Pet.  i,  3,  4,  5. 
1  T>  LESS'D  be  the  everlasting  God, 
Ji3  The  Father  of  our  J^ord: 
R 


S30  HYMN  27.  Book  I. 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 

His  majesty  ador'd. 
e  2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  sky, 
o  He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 
e  3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust; 
o  Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 

So  ail  his  foll'wers  must. 
o  4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserv'd  against  that  day; 
'Tis  un corrupted,  undehTd, 

And  cannot  waste  away. 
g  5  Saints,  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 

'Till  the  salvation  come: 
e  We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 
o       'Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

HYMN  27.    CM.     St.  Paul's.    [*] 
A  Saint  prepared  to  die.    2  Tim.  iv,  6,  7,  8,  18. 
1  (TkEATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 

JLF  And  bear  my  spirit  home! 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come? 
o  2  With  heav'nly  weapons,  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord; 
Finish 'd  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, — ■ 
And  wait  the  sure  reward.) 
—3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n,  for  me, 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade; 
e  The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 

Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 
w— 4  Nor  has  the  King  of  grace  'lecreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone; 
But  all  who  love,  and  long  to  see 
Th'  appearance  of  his.  Son. 
o  5  Jesus  the  Lord  shall  guard  me  safe, 
From  ev'ry  ill  design; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  tak10 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 


Book  I.  HYMN  30,  39.  231 

g  6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 
And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain; 
To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 
And  endless  praise.     Amen. 

~HYMN  30.     L.  M.     Blendon.  [b*] 
Prayer  for  Deliverance  heard.    Isa.  xxvi,  S — 20, 

1   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
JL  We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace; 

Our  souls  desire  is  to  thy  name, 

And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
e  2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee, 

'Mongst  the  black  shades  of  lonesome  night;  \ 

My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies, 

Before  the  dawn  restore  the  light. 
o  3  Lo^k  how  rebellious  men  deride 

The  tender  patience  of  my  God; 
o  But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 

And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 
d  4-  Hark!  the  Eternal  rends  the  sky, 

A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes: 
b  A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends; 
u  But  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 
e  5  'Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arm§, 

Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace; 
o  'Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 

And  rny  revenging  fury  cease.'  - — ~- 

HYMN  39.     CM.     Zion.     [*] 
Gob's  tender  Care  of  his  Church.    Isa.  xlix,  15, 14,  ho, 
o  1  nVfOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
1-N    And  burst  into  a  song; 
Almighty  Love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasures  tune  my  tongue. 
— 2  God  on  his  thirsty  Zion's  hill 

Some  mercy- drops  has  thrown; 
o  And  solemn  oaths  have  hound  his  love, 

To  shower  salvation  down. 
e  3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions,  and  complaints:* 

— Is  he  a  God?  and  shall  his  grace, 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints? 


232  HYMN  40,  48.  Book  L 

a  4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb? 
And,  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  tho'ts, 

Her  suckling  have  no  room? 
— 5  "Yet,"  saith  the  Lord,  "should  nature  change, 

"And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
o  "Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 

"Of  everlasting  Love, 
g  6  "Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands, 

"I  have  engrav'd  her  name: 
"My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walls, 

"And  build  her  broken  frame." 

HYMN  40.    L.  M.     M?i>  court.    [*] 
Saints  in  Heaven.     Rev.  vii,  13 — 15,  kc. 

b  1  \¥THA T  happy  men,  or  angels,  these — 

Tt    That  all  their  robes  ai  e  spotless  white! 
Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive, 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light? 

e  2  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  seas  of  their  own  blood,  they  came: 
But  nobler  blood  has  wash'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Christ  the  dying  Lamb. 

g  3  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne, 
With  loud  hosannas  night  and  day; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Measure  their  bless'd  eternity. 

o  4  No  more  shall  hunger  pain  their  souls; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirst  be  gone; 
And  spreads  the  shadow  of  his  wings, 
To  scree*i  them  from  the  scorching  sun, 
5  The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  shed  around  his  milder  beams; 
There  shall  they  feast  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  streams. 

g  6  Thus  shall  their  mighty  bliss  renew, 
Thro'  the  vast  round  of  endless  years; 

e  And  the  soft  hand  of  sovereign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 

HYMN  48.     L.  M.     Mmtwkh.     Leeds.         [*] 

The  Christian  Race.    Isa.  xl,  28 — 31. 
1     A  WAKE,  our  souls!  (away  our  fears, 
J\.  Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone;) 


Book  I.  HYMN  49. 


o  Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 
e  2  True,  tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 
— But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 
g  3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r, 

Js  ever  new,  and  ever  young; 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years    - 

Their  everlasting  circles  run. 
o  4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  soul  shall  drink  a  full  supply; 
e  While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
a  Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die, 
o  5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

HYMN  49.     C.  M.     Arundel.     [*] 
Works  of  Moses,  and  of  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv,  3. 

2  jpHRIST  has  done  more  than  Moses  did, 
\J  Our  Prophet,  and  our  King: 

From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Moses'  hand, 
The  Egyptian  host  was  drown'd: 

But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  thro'  the  desert  Israel  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed: 

Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  Mesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread, 
e  5  Moses  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reuch'd  the  place: 
o  But  Christ  shall  bring  his  foll'wer's  home, 

To  see  his  Father's  face, 
s  6  Then  shall  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  son; 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
R2 


234  HYMN  50,  51.  Book  T. 

HYMN  50.     CM.     Bethlehem.     [*] 
Song  of  Zacharias.     Luke  i,  68,  &c.    John  i,  29,  32. 

1  ]\TOW  be  the  God  of  Israel  bless'd, 
i3l    Who  makes  his  truth  appear; 

His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
And  all  the  oaths  he  sware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root, 
With  blessings  from  the  skies: 

o  He  makes  the  Branch  of  promise  grow, 

The  promis'd  Horn  arise, 
o  6  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high; 

Sink,  ev'ry  mountain  low: 
e  The  proud  must  stoop,  and  humble  souls 

Shall  his  salvation  know, 
o  7  The  heathen  realms,  with  Israel's  land, 

Shall  join  in  sweet  accord; 
.  And  all  that's  born  of  man  shall  see, 

The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
o  8  Behold  the  morning  Star  arise, 

Ye  that  in  darkness  sit: 
—He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  feet. 

HYMN  51.    S.  M.    Dover.     [*] 

Preserving  Grace.    Jude  24, 25. 

1  FTV)  God,  the  only  wise, 

JL    Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemish'd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 
o      4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne: 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 


Book  I. HYMN  53,64. S 

o       5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  with  pow'r  belongs; 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  songs. 

HYMN  52.    L.  M.     Tunbridge.     [*] 

Baptism.    Matt,  xxviii,  19.    Acts  ii,  38. 

1  'FT1WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

A    Goy  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize: 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands; 
And  sends  his  cov'nant,  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  christian  lands. 

3  "Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  saith, 
"For  the  remission  of  your  sins;" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shews  us^what  his  gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
"Descends,  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord; 

0  may  the  great  Eternal  Three, 
In  heav'n  our  solemn  vows  record! 

HYMN  54.     L.M.     Quercy.  Leeds.     [*] 
Saints  beloved  in  Chkist.  Eph.  i,  3,  &e. 

1  XESUS,  we  bless  thy  Father's  name; 
*l    Thy  God  and  ours  is  one,  the  same; 

What  heav'nly  blessings,  from  his  throne, 
Flow  down  to  sinners  through  his  Son! 

2  "Christ  be  my  first  Elect/'  he  said; 
Then  chose  our  souls  in  Christ  our  Head; 
Before  lie  gave  the  mountains  birth, 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin, 

To  raise  us  up  from  death  and  sin; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed,— 
Blameless  in  love,  a  holy  seed. 


236 HYMN  56,  57.  Book  T. 

4  Predestinated  to  be  sons, 
Born  by  degrees,  but  chose  at  once; 
A  new  regenerated  race, 
To  praise  the  glory  of  his  grace. 
o  5  With  Christ,  our  Lord,  we  share  a  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart; 
Nor  shall  our  souls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  First  Belov'd. 

HYMN  56.    CM.    Bedford.     [*] 

The  Song  of  Moses  and  the   La^b.     Rev.  xv,  3,  and  x\i, 

19,  and  xvii,  6. 

1  ^\TE  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

T  ▼     We  sound  thy  dreadful  name; 
The  Christian  church  unites  the  songs 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wondrous  are  thy  works, 
Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace! 

Thou  King  of  saints,  Almighty  Lord, 
How  just  and  true  thy  ways! 

3  Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worship  at  thy  throne! 

Thy  judgments  speak  thy  holiness, 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 
Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, — 

Her  crimes  shall  speedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 
e  5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 
And  she  must  drink  the  dregs; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  sov'reign  Judge, 
And  shall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

HYMN  57.    CM.    Plymouth,    fb] 

Adam,  First   and  Second.     Rem.  v,  IB,  Sec.     Psalm  li,  5. 

Job  xiv,  4. 
c  1  "O  ACKWARD,  witll  humble  shame  we  look 

AJ  On  our  original; 
p  How  is  our  nature  dash'd,  and  broke, 

In  our  first  father's  fall! 
e  2  To  all  that's  good,  averse  and  blind, 

And  prone  to  all  that's  ill; 
Wnat  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind! 

How  obstinate  oar  will! 


Book  I.  HYMN  59,  GO.  237 

p  3  Conceiv'd  in  sin,  (O  wretched  state) 
Before  we  draw  Gur  breath, 
The  first  young  pulse  begins  to  beat 

Iniquity  atnd  death. 
4  How  strong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns! 
And  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins! 
— 7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love, 
Can  make  our  nature  clean; 
While  Christ,  and  grace,  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 
o  8  The  Second  Adam  shall  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first: 
o  Hosanna  to  that  sov'reign  pow'r, 
That  new  creates  our  dust. 

~  HYMN  59.     L.  M.     Blendon.     [*]  " 

Babylon  fallen.    Rev.  xviii,  20,  21. 

1  IN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  migoty  stone 
JL  Lies— a  fair  type  of  Babylon: 
e  "Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  saints; 

"God  shall  avenge  your  long  complaints." 
^<2  He  said,— and  dreadful  as  he  stood, 
o  He  sunk  the  mill-stone  in  the  flood: 
o  "Thus  terribly  shall  Babel    fall, 
e  "Thus — and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

HYMN  60.    L.  M.     Truro.     [*] 
Mary's  Song;  or,  Messiah  born.     Luke  i,  46,  &c. 

1   |~VJR  :s,Jli!s  shali  magnify  the  Lord, 
\J  In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice; 
While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  song, 
May  the  same  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

4  To  those  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  stands  for  ever  sure: 

From  age  to  age  his  promise  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  secure. 

5  He  spake  to  Abra'am  and  his  seed, 
"In  thee  shall  all  the  earth  be  bless'd;" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word, 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breast. 


238  HYMN  61,62.  Book  I. 

o  6  But  now  no  more  shall  Israel  wait; 

No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn: 
e  Lo,  the  Desire  of  nations  comes; 

Behold,  the  pvomis'd  Seed  is  born! 

HYMN  61.     L.  M.  Leeds.     [*] 
Chkist,  our  Priest  and  King.    Rev.  i,  5 — 7. 

1  "TVJOW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
i^l    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
o  And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 
— 2  'Twas  he,  who  cleans'd  our  foulest  sins; 

And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood; 

'Tis  he,  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 
o  3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  King, 

Be  everlasting  pow'r  confess'd, 

And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  sing. 
c  4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  ev'ry  eye  shall  see  him  move! 
e  Tlio'  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once, 
o  Then  he  displays  his  pard'ning  love. 
e  5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
o  While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day: 

Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

HYMN   62.     C.  M.      Christmas.     Devizes.     [*] 
The  Lamb  of  God  Worshipped.    Rev.  v,  11—13. 

1  |~lOME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
\j  With  angels  round  the  throne; 

o  Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus: 

— Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 

For  he  was  slain  for  us. 
o  3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


Book  I.  HYMN"  63,  64.  239 

o  4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air  and  earth  and  seas, 
u  Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
g  5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name, 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  63.     L.  M.     O/iorto.     [*]    . 

Christ's  Humiliation  and  Exaltation.     Rev.  v,  12. 

1  Tl/'HAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring, 
▼  ▼     To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb; 

When  all  the  notes-that  angels  sing, 

Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name? 
—2  Worthy  is  He,  who  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  who  groan'd  and  died 
o  Worthy  to  rise,  and  iive,  and  reign 

At  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 
— 3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
e  Who  stood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar; 
—  Wisdom  beiongs  to  Jesus  too, 
e  Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madness  there. 
— 4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
e  Yet  he  sustain'd  amazing  loss; 
o  To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 
— Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross, 
o  5  Honour,  immortal,  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head. 

And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
o  6  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Wrho  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men: 
g  Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 

And  ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

HYMN  64.     S.  M.     Dover.     Xewton.     [*] 
Adoption.     1  John  iii,  1,  £<c.     Gal.  vi,  6, 
1  "OEHOLD!  what  wondrous  grace 

33  The  Father  hath  bestow'd, 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, — 
To  call  them  sons  of  God! 


240  HYMN  67.  Book  I> 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  tiling, 
That  we  should  be  unknown; 

The  Je  visa  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  does  it  yet  appear, 
How  great  we  must  be  made; 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope,  so  much  divine, 
May  trials  well  endure; 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin. 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love, 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne; 
My  faith  shall  Abba  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN  6f7~L.  M.     Sicilian.     Mover. on.  [b*]~ 
Seeking-  the  Pastures  o/'Curist.     Cant,  i,  7. 

1  ri^HOU",  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
Sl    All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love. — 
e  Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 

Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow? 
e  2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock. 

That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock? 

Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 

Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one, 

That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown? 
o  My  constant  feet  Would  never  ro  e, 

Would  never  seek  another  love, 
o  4  The  footsteps  of  th)  Hock  I  see; 

Thy  sweetest  pastur  >  here  they  be; 

A  wondrou    feast  tny  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears, 
c  5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 

And  bids  me  drink  his  rich*  ,t  blood; 
o  Here,  to  these  hills,  tny  soul  would  come, 

'Till  my  Beloved  it  at!  me  home. 


Book  I.  HYMN  69,  72. 241 

HYMN  69.    L.M.     Shod.     [*] 
Christ's  Love  to  his  Church.    Cant,  ii,  8—13. 

1  fTlHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds, 
J.    Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds; 

O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  seas  of  grief, 

He  leaps,  he  flies— to  my  relief. 
e  2  Now,  through  the  veil  of  flesh  I  see, 

With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  on  me; 
— Now,  in  the  gospeh's  clearest  glass, 

He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 
b  3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 

Both  with  his  beauties,  and  his  tongue; 
u  "Rise,"  saith  my  Lord,  "make  haste  away, 

"No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 
b  4  "The  Jewish  wintry  state  is  gone, 

"The  mists  are  fled,  the  spring  comes  on; 
-—"The  sacred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
o  "Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 
— 5  "The  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root 

"Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit;" 
e  Lo  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine; 
o  Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  Vine. 
— 6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
o  "Rise  up,  my  love,  make  haste  away!" 
u  Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 

And  leave  all  earthiy  loves  behind. 

HYMN  72,    L.   M.     Leeds.     Green's.     [*] 

Coronation  of  Christ,  and  Espousals  of  the  Church. 
Cant,  iii,  2. 

1  TJAUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold 
_l_f  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 

Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 

Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 
o  2  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring; 

Accept  the  well  deserv'd  renown. 

And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 
b  3  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worship  be, 

Like,our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee! 

Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 

We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledged"  love. 
S 


242  HYMN  74, 76.         Book  I, 

o  4  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day! 

Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay; 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 

Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 
—5  Each  foil' wing  minute  as  it  flies, 

Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys:     , 
o  'Till  we  are  rais'd  to  sing  thy  name, 

At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb, 
o  6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 

And  bring  that  coronation-day! 
g  The  King  of  grace  shali  till  the  throne, 

With  all  his  Father's  glorie*  on. 

HYMN  74.  L.  M.    Portugal.     [*] 
The  Garden  of  Christ.    Cant,  iv,  12—15;  v,  1. 
b  1  "YIT'E-  are  a  garden,  waif  d  around, 

H     Chosen,  and  made  peculiar  ground; 

A  little  spot — enclos'd  by  grace, 

Out  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 
—2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 

Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand; 

And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  y.jing  plantations  grow. 
a  3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 

Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume; 

Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
— 4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad, 

To  entertain  our  Saviour  God: 

And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 

And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 
o  8  Jesus,  we  will  frequent  thy    board, 

And  sing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord: 
e  But  the  rich  food,  on  which  we  live, 

Demands  more  praise  than  tongue  can  give. 

CYMN  76.     L.  M.    Islington.     [*] 
Christ  in  Heaven  and  on  Earth.    Cant,  vi,  1 — 3,  12. 
1  "%l^jft^'^  Strangers  stand  and  hear  me  ttil 

TV     What  beamies  in  my  Saviour  dwell, 
Where  he  is  gone,  they  fain  would  know. 
That  they  might  seek  and  love  him  too. 


Book  1.  HYMN  80,  81.  243 

2  My  best  Beloved  keeps  his  throne, 

On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown; 

But  he  descends,  and  shows  his  face 

In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

5  He  takes  my  soul  e'er  I'm  aware, 

And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are; 

No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  describe. 
o  6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies; 
C  'Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 

To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  Love. 

HYMN  80.    L.  M.    Bethel,     [b*] 
An  evening  Hymn.    Ps.  iv,  8;  iii,  5,  6;  cxlii,  8. 

1  rpHU'S  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Jl   Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days; 

And  ev'ry  ev'ning  should  make  known, 

Some  fresh  memorials  of  his  grace, 
e  2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home; 
—But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 
e  3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 
— While  well  appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 
e  6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground; 
o  And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 

With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  81.    L.M.     Nantwich.  Siciliaru     [*] 
Jl  Song  for  Morning  and  Evening.  Lam.  iii,25;  Isa.xlv,7. 

1  V/J Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love! 
i-T-I.  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new; 

And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  pow'rs. 


2J4 HYMN  85,  83.  Book  L 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  82.     L.  M.     Geneva.     [o] 

God  far  above  Creatures;  or,  Man  vain  and  mortal. 

Jobiv,l7 '21. 

e  1   O  HALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood, 
k5  Contend  with  their  Creator  God? 

a  Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he? 

—2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  ail  the  spirits  round  his  throne; 
Their  natures  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise, 
o  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they. 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay? 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint,  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
p  5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow; 
How  frail  are  we!  how  glorious  thou' 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN  83.  C.  M.     Isle  of  Wight.  Bangor,     [bf 
Jljfliction  and  Death  tinder  Providence.    Job  v,  6,  7,  8. 
"l  "VTOT  from  the  dust  affliction  grows, 
JL^f    Nor  troubles  rise  by  chance; 
p  Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes; 

A  sad  inheritance! 
— 2  As  sparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  still  are  upwards  borne; 
g  So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  souls, 

And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 
—3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  cause, 
And  trust  his  promis'd  grace; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well  known  laws 
Of  love  and  righteousness. 


Book  I. HYMN  84,  ST.  245 

o  4  Not  all  the  pains  that  ere  I  bore 
Shall  spoil  my  future  peace; 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more, 
Than  what  my  Father  please. 

HYMN  84.    L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
Christ  the  Saviour.    Isa.     xlv,  21 — 25. 
el    TEHOVAH  speaks,  let  Israel  hear! 
tf   Let  all  the  earth  rejoice,  and  fear! 

While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 

His  sov'reign  honours,  and  his  names. 
&  2  "I  am  the  last,  and  I  the  first, 

The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  just; 

There's  none  besides  pretends  to  shew 

Such  justice  and  salvation  too. 

3  (Ye  that  in  shades  of  darkness  dwell, 

Just  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 

Look  up  to  me  from  distant  lands, 

Light,  life,  and  heav'n  are  in  my  hands, 
g  4  I  by  my  holy  Name  have  sworn, 

Nor  shall  the  word  in  vain  return; 

To  me  shall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 

And  ev'ry  tongue  shall  swear  to  me.) 

5  In  me,  alone,  shall  men  confess, 

Lies  all  their  strength  and  righteousness: 
e  But  such  as  dare  despise  my  Name, 

I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  shame. 
— 6  In  me,  the  Lord,  shall  all  the  seed 

Of  Israel  from  their  sins  be  freed; 

And  by  their  shining  graces  prove 

Their  int'rest  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

HYMN  87.   L.  M.     Green's.  Castle  Street.  '  [*] 
Got>  thvells  with  the  Rumble  and  Penitent.  Isa.  lvii,  15,16. 

1  npHUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
g        Jl    **I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne; 

My  name  is  God;  I  dwell  on  high; 

Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
— 2  But  I  descend  to  -worlds  below, 

On  earth,  I  have  a  mansion  too; 
e  The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 

Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 
— 3  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 

I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live; 
S2 


* 46 HYMN  88,  89.  Rook  f. 

Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 

And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 
e  4  (When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been; 
a  But  should  my  wrath  forever  smoke, 

Their  souls  would  sink  beneath  my  stroke.'* 
o  5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 

Lest  we  should  faint,  despair  and  die! 
— Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 

The  methods  of  thy  chast'ninglove.) 

HYMN  88.  L.  M.     Annley.  Bath,     [b] 
Life  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope.    Eccl.  ix,  4,  5,  6,  10, 

1  I"  IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
JLi    The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward; 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  (Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n, 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n; 
The  day  of  grace; — and  mortals  may- 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.) 

p  3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die; 

But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie: 

Their  mem'ry,  and  their  sense  is  gone, 

Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
c  4  (Their  hatred,  and  their  love  is  lost, 

Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dust; 

They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done, 

Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.) 
— -5  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 

My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  pursue; 
e  Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground, 
e  6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past, 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 
a  But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 

Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  89.     L.  M.     Babylon,     [b]  * 

Youth  and  Judgment.    EccL  xi,  9. 
o  1  XTE  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

1-    Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue; 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  fire* 


Book  I.  HYMN  91,  95.  247 

_ — . .J...        ,. 

2  Pursue  the  pleasures  you  design, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  songs  and  wine; 

Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth; — but  know, 
a  There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too! 
e  3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  tho'ts, 

His  book  records  your  secret  faults; 

The  works  of  darkness,  you  have  done, 

Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  strike  your  hearts  with  terrour  through: 
p  How  will  you  stand  before  his  face, 

Or  answer  for  his  injur'd  grace? 
— 5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 

From  these  alluring  vanities; 
o  And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 

Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

HYMN  91.    L.  M.     Geneva,     [b]         "~ 
Advice  to  Youth.    Eccl.  xii,  1,7;  Isa.  Ixv,  20. 

1  "VTOVV  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
-131    Remember  your  Creator  God; 
e  Behold  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 

When  you  shall  say — My  joys  are  gone, 
a  2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 

Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 
p  3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again; 

The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 

Ascends  to  God;  not  there  to  dwell,-— 
a  But  hears  her  d©om<eand  sinks  to  hell. 
e  4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name! 

Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am; 
— And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 

Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

'  HYMN  93.    L.  M.    Islington.     [*b] 

Christ  obei/ed  or  resisted.    Prov.  viii,  34 — 5S. 


T 


"Blest  is  the  man,  who  hears  my  word; 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits.     . 
o  2  The  soul  that  seeks  me  shall  obtaia 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain; 


248  HYMN.  94, 95.  Book  I. 

Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord, 
e  3  But  the  vile  wretch  who  flies  from  me, 

Does  his  own  soul  an  injury; 
a  Fools,  who  against  my  grace  rebel, 

Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN  94.    C.  M.     Reading,     [b*] 
Justification:  or  Law  and  Grace.    Rom.  Hi,  19 — 22. 
1  TTAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 

?     On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 
e  2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand, 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 
—3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law, 
To  justify  us  now; 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

o  4  J<*tus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

HYMN  95.     CM.     St.  Martin's.     [*] 
Regeneration.    John  i,  13,  and  iii,  3,  &c. 

1  "VTOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
±*    Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  hea^n. 

2  The  sov'reign  will  of  God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace; 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 

A  new  peculiar  race. 
b  3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh; 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 
•  4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awa^e,  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death; 
9   On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eye9, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


Book  I.         HYMN  97,  99,  101.  249 

HYMN  97.    L.  M.     Brentford.     [*] 
Christ  our  Wisdom,  Righteousness,  &c.    1  Cor.  i,  30. 
URY'D  in  shadows  of  the  night, 


B' 


o  Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 

And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 
p  2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 

'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears: 
o  Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
o  And  sing,  the  lord  our  righteousness. 
e  3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin; 
— His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean, 

Such  virtues  from  his  sufferings  flow, 

At  once  to  cleanse,  and  pardon  too. 
e  4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 

Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains: 

He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 

The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 
e  5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 

Grace,  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  righteousness; 

Thou  art  our  mighty  All — and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

~~  HYMN  99.    C.  M.     York.     [*] 

Stones  made  Children  of  Abraham.    Matt,  iii,  9. 

1  X7AIN  are  the  hopes,  that  rebels  place, 

f    Upon  their  birth  and  biood; 
Descended  from  a  pious  race, 
Their  fathers  now  with  God. 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell, 
Can  take  the  hardest  stones. 

And  fill  the  house  of  Abraham  well, 

With  new  created  sons. 
5  Such  wondrous  pow'r  does  he  possess, 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame; 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptiness — 

The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

HYMN  101.    L.  M.     Oporto.  Moreton.     [*]  " 
Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting-   Sinner.    Luke  xv,  7,  10- 
c  1  "V«7HO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 
▼  t     Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 

To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born? 


250 HYMN  102. Book  L 

— 2  With  joy  the  Father  does  approve 

The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 

The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 

The  holy  j-oul  he  form'd  anew; 
o  And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 

The  growing  empire  of  ttieir  King. 

HYMN  102.     L.M.     Green's.     [*] 
The  Beatitudes.    Matt,  v,  2—12. 
1  Tl  LEST  are  the  humble  souls,  who  see 
.D  Their  emptiness  and  poverty; 
9  Treasures  of  grace  to  them-are  given, 

And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 
a  2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 

Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart; 
— The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 
e  3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 

From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
a  God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 
e  4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  thirst  for  grace, 

Hunger  ami  long  for  righteousness; 
o  They  shall  be  well  supply'd  and  fed. 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 
a  5  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  bowels  move, 

And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love; 
— From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 

Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 
c  6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 

From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  sin; 
o  With  endless  pleasure,  they  shall  see 

A  God  of  spotless  purity. 
e  7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife; 
o  They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 

The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 
•—8  Blest  are  the  suff ' rers,  who  partake 

Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake; 
u  Their  souls  *hall  triumph  in  the  Lord; 
%  Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


Book  I.  HYMN  103-— 105. 251 

~  HYMN  103.     CM.     St.  Ann'*    [*] 

Not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel.    2  Tim.  i,  12. 
olT'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
X  Nor  to  defend  his  cause; 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 
c  2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name,— 
His  name  is  all  my  trust: 
'Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
§  3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 
And  he  can  well  secure, 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decisive  hour. 
o  4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face; 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  104.     CM.   York.     [*] 
State  of  Nature  and  Grace.    1  Cor.  vi,  10,  11. 
1  "T^TOT  the  malicious,  nor  profane 

131    The  wanton,  nor  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  sland'rers,  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 
b  2  Surprising  grace!  and  such  were  we, 
By  nature  and  by  sin! 
Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 
Unholy  and  unclean, 
o  3  But  we  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood. 
We're  pardon'd  through  his  name; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  sanctified  our  frame. 
—4  O  for  a  persevering  pow'r. 
To  keep  thy  just  commands' 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

HYMN  105.    CM.    Zion.  [*J  "~ 

Heaven.    1  Cor.  ii,  3,  10.     Rev.  uti,  27. 
1  T^fOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  herd. 

J3l    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Fatherhas  prepar'd, 
For  those  who  love  the  So:-. 


252  HYMN  106, 107.  Book  I. 

o  2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come: 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word  i 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
b  3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  ail  the  region  peace; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 
— 4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin  and  shame; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 

But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
o  5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found; 
e  The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 


HYMN  106.     S.  M.    Aylesbury,  [b] 
Dead  to  Sin,  by  the  Cross  o/'Ckrist.    Rom.  vi,  1—6. 
e      1    O  HALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

O  Because  free  grace  abounds? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 

And  open  all  his  wounds? 
—     2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God! 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we  whose  sins  are  crucify 'd 

Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 
e       3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free; 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN  10?-.     L.M.     Jrmley.    [b*] 
Fall  and  Recovery  of  Man.     Gen.  iii,  1,  15,  17.     Gal.  i 
4.     Col.  ii,  15. 

1  -rkECEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 

.IlF  Adam  oar  head,  cur  father  fell! 
When  Satan  in  the  serpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid, 
e  2  Death  was  the  threat'ning;  death  began 
To  take  possession  of  the  man; 
His  unborn  race  received  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curse*  smote  the  ground. 


Book  I.  HYMN  108,  109.  250 

■  —  -  - '  -■  ~» 

— 3  But  Satan  found  a  worse  reward: 

Thus  saith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord,   • 
o  "Let  everlasting  hatred  be 

Betwixt  the  woman's  Seed  and  thee. 

4  "The  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son, 

He  shall  destroy  what  thou  hast  done: 

Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 

Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

— 5  He  spake — and  bade  four  thousand  years 

Roll  en;  at  length  his  Son  appears: 
s  Angels  with  joy  descend  to  earth, 

And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 
p  6  Lo,  by  the  sons  of  hell  he  dies; 
— .But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  skies, 
o  He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
u  And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below. 

HYMN  108.     S.  M.  Dover.  [*] 
Christ  wiseen,  yet  beloved.    1  Pet.  i,  8. 

1  1VTOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
J3I    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow, 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

'HYMN  109.     L.  M.     Portugal.    Armttxj.     [*} 
The  Value  of Christ  and  his  Mighteousness.  Phil.  iii;7,8,'jf. 

1  1VTO  more,  my  God, — I  boast  no  more, 
i-^l    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must,  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake; 

T 


254  HYMN  110,  lit.  Book  T. 

Oh  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake! 
4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

HYMN  110.     C.  M.  St.  Paul's.  Canterbury.  [*] 

Death  and  immediate  Glory.     2  Cor.  v,  1,  5,  8. 
o  1  PI1HERE  is  a  houfe,  not  made  with  hands, 

JL    Eternal,  and  on  high; 
c  And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 

'Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 
c  2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall; 
s    Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 
— 3  'Tis  He  by  his  almighty  grace, 

Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n; 
And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 
4  We  walk,  by  faith  of  joys  to  come; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word; 
e  But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 
— 5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see; 
o  We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 

And  present.  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN  111.     C.  M.     Reading.     [*]         ' 
Salvation  by  Grace.     Titus  iii,  3,  7. 
e  1     f~¥  GRD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 
JLi     How  great  our  guilt  has  been! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 
o  2  But,  O  my  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame.} 
— 3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done; 
o  But  we  are  sav'd  by  sov'nign  grace 
Abounding  through  bis  Sun. 


EookT.  HYMN  112,113.  255 

— 4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 

Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin. 
p  5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  His  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tre.-. 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe, 

On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 
o  6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew: 

And,  justify'd  by  grace, 
s   We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  see  our  Father's  face. _ 

HYMN   112.     CM.     Bedford.     [*] 
The  Brazen  Serpent.     2  John  ver.  14 — 16. 
1    QO  ciid  the  Heorew  prophet  raise 

O     The  brazen  serpent  high; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  ease, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
d  2  "Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 

And  live!"  the  prophet  cries! 
e  But  Christ  performs  a  nobler  cure, 

When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 
— 3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung! 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns! 
Here  sinners  by  th'  old  serpent  stung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 
g  4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives;  . 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

"~HYMN  15  3.     CM.     Wareham      [*] 
Abraham's  Blessing  on  the  Gentiles.    Gen.  xvii,  7.  Rom. 
'  xv,  8.  Mark  x,  14. 
1   FTOW  large  the  promise — how  divine — 
-O-    To  Abrah'm  and  his  seed; 
d  "I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

Supplying  all  their  need." 
—2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure; 
The  Ar.ge!  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 


256 HYMN  114,  115.  Book  T. 

b  3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
To  our  great  fathers  giv'n; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
9  4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways! 
His  love  endures  the  same; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

HYMN  114.     CM.     Sunday.     [*] 
The  same.    Rom.  xi,  16,  17. 
e  1   p  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 

V*     To  the  wild  olive  wood; 
o  Grace  took,  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
— 2  With  the  same  blessings  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 
•  3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  saints 

Be  dedicate  to  God; 
e  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 

And  wash  them  in  thy  blood. 
o  4  Thus  to  the  parents,  and  their  seed, 

Shall  thy  salvation  come; 
o  And  num'rous  households  meet  at  last, 

In  one  eternal  home. 

HYMN   115.     CM.     Plymouth,     [b] 
Conviction  by  the  Law.    Rom.  vii,  8,  9,  14,  24. 
1    ¥  ORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
Jii    And  felt  no  inward  dread! 

1  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright; 
e       But  since  the  precept  came, 

With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  (My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before, 
'Till  terribly  I  saw, 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 
c  4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 
My  sins  reviv'd  again; 


Rook  I.  HYMN  116,  11  r. 257 

1  had  provckM  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain.) 
p  5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 
Under  the  pow'r  of  sin; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 
—6   My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 
For  some  kind  pow'r  to  save; 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 

And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

HYMN   116.     L.  M.     Bath.     [*] 
Love  to  God  and  our  .Neighbour.     Matt.  xxii537 — 40. 

1  rrillUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command, 

JL    "Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite, 
To  love  thy  Maker, and  thy  God, 
With  utmost  vigour  and  delight. 

2  Then  shall  thy  neighbour,  next  in  place, 
Share  thine  affection  and  esteem; 

And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself, 

Measure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

o  This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke; 

This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove; 

For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulnjtfd  by  love. 
a  4  But  oh!  how  base  our  passions  are! 

H  >w  cold  our  chanty  and  zeal! 
— Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heav'nly  fire, 

Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  witt, 

HYMN   117.     L.  M      Htendon.  Bcuh.     [*b] 
Election  Sovereign  andFreel    Rom.  is,  21—24. 

1    I  '.'  0a  jLiJ  tae  pot'.er  and  the  clay, 
3  He  forms  his  vessels  as  he  please; 

'  uch  is  our  God,  and  such  are  we, 

The  subjects  of  his  just  decrees, 
e  3  May  not  the  sov  'reign  Lord  on  high 

Dispense  his  favours  as  he  will, 

Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 

And  yet  be  just,  and  gracious  btili? 
— 6  Shall  manreplv  against  the  Lord, 

And  call  his  Maker's  Ways  unjust?— ■ 
o  The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 

Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust. 
T2 


253 HYMN  113,  119.  Book  I. 

p  7  Bat,  O  my  soul,  if  truth  so  bright, 

Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight; 

Yet  still,  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 
g  8  Then  he  shall  make  his  justice  known; 

And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 

With  joy  or  terrour  shall  confess 

The  glory  of  his  righteousness. 

HYMN   118.    S.  M.     6'r.  Bridge's.     [*] 

Sin  ajai/ist  the  Law  and  Gospel.    John  i,  17.  Ilcb.  lit, 

3,  5,  6;  x,  28,  29. 

1  npHE  law  by  Moses  came; 

A     But  peace  and  truth  and  love, 
Were  bro't  by  Christ*  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God, 
Their  diff'rent  works  were  done; 

Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ  a  faithful  Son. 
o      3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  strict  obedience  paid; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands, 
The  Sov'reign  and  the  Head. 
e       4  The  man  who  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought! 
p  Behold!  how  terrible  he  dies — 

For  his  presumptuous  fault. 
e      5  But  sorer  vengeance  fails 
On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 

HYMN  119.     C.  Mv     Abridge.     [*] 

Various  success  of  the  Gospel.    1  Cor.  i,  23,  24;   2  Cor.  ii, 
16;  1  Cor.  iii,  6,  7. 
1   /CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme; 

V^    The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek, 
o  2  But  souls,  enlighten'd  from  above. 
With  joy  receive  the  word; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  pow'rand  love, 
;.e  in  their  dying  Lord, 


Bookf.  HYMN  120,  121. 259 

— 3  The  vital  savour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath 
e  But  unbeiief  perverts  the  same 
a  To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 
— 4  'Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

"  HYMN  120.     C.  M.     Mear.     [*]  "~ 

Faith  of  Things  unseen,    fieb.  \i,  1,  5,  S,  10. 

1  T^AlTH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
JL      Of  things  beyond  our  sight; 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 
Brings  distant  prospects  home— 

Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made, 
By  God's  almighty  word; 

Abrah'm  to  unknowu  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th'  eternal  hands; 

o  And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 

HYMN  121.     CM.     St.  Martin's.     [*]         ' 
Children  devoted  to  God.  Gen.  xvii,7310.  Acts  xvi,t4,15»jS3, 

1  nPHUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

A     "I'll  be  a  God  to  thee: 
"I'll  bless  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"Shall  be  a  seed  for  me." 

2  Abrah'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace. 
And  gave  his  sons  to  God; 

But  water  seais  the  bk-s.-ing  now, 
That  once  was  seal'd  wiih  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house, 
When  she  receiv'd  the-  word; 

Thus  the  believing  Jailer  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  Kirnr^ 
Tluue  aacieut;  U-atiyeixibva.ee; 


260  HYMN  122, 123.  Book  I. 

To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

"  HYMN  12-      1.   M.      Qutrcy.     [*] 

Believers  burled  with  Christ.    Itom.  vi,  3,  4,  &c. 
e  1    fi  ^O   '-c  not  know  that  sojemn  word, 
A3  That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord? 

Baptis'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin? 
o  2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death; 
o  So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 
— 3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 

Over  our  mortal  flesh  again; 

The  various  lusts,  we  serv'd  before, 

Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN  123.     C.  M.    Reading,  [b*] 
The  Repenting  Prodigal.    Luke  xv,  13*,  &c. 
1  "OSiiOLD  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 

D  Has  wasted  his  estate! 
He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine, 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat. 

p  2  "I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 
"I  starve  in  foreign  lands; 
"My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
"And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

— 3  "I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 

"Fall  down  before  his  face; 
p  "Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 

"Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 
o  4  He  said, — and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love; 
— The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
e       And  all  his  bowels  move, 
u  5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kiss'd  his  son; 
p  The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  brake, 

For  follies  he  had  done. 
o  6  "Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin, 
o      (The  father  gives  command) 
f)  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 

With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 


Book  I.  HYMN  124,  125. 261 

7  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain; 
Let  mirth  and  joy  abound! 
s  My  son  was  dead, — and  lives  again; 
Was  lost — and  now  is  found." 

HYMN  124.     L.  M.     Armley.     [b*] 
The  First  and  Second  Adam.    Rom.  v,  12,  &c. 
e    1  TFfcEEP  in  the  dust,  before  thy  throne, 

MJr  Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own; 
a  Great  God  we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 

Whence  sprung  our  nature,  and  our  shame! 

2  Adam  the  sinner:  at  his  fall 

Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  seiz'd  us  all: 

A  thousand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 

By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 
e  3  But  whilst  our  spirits  fill'd  with  awe, 

Behold  the  terrours  of  thy  law, 
o  We  sing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 

That  sent  to  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 

Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own: 
g  Adam  the  Second,  from  the  dust, 

Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first.  .  .  . 

HYMN  125.     C.  M.    Barby.     [*] 
Christ's  Compassion  to  the  Weak  and  Tempted.    Heb.  iv.} 
16;  v,  7.  Matt,  xii,  20. 
1  X¥7"ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
¥  ?     Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
e  His  heart  is-  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
p  2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 
— 3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood; 
e  While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 

And  did  resist  to  blood. 
p  4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears; 
e  And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 


262  HYMN  126,  127.  Book  I. 

b  5   (He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks. 

Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name.) 
o  6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r; 
o  We  shall  obtain  deliv 'ring  grace, 

In  the  distressing  hour. 

'HYMN  126.     L.M     Islington.     [*} 
Charity  and  Uncharitableness.  Rom.xiv,l7,l9.  I  Cor.  x,  32. 

1  * l  1  OT  divTrent  food,  nor  diff'rent  dress, 
'-  '*    Compose  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord; 

But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  Christians  we  despise, 
We  do  the  gospel  mighty  wrong; 

For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wise, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  strong, 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banish'd  hence, 
Moekness  and  love  our  souls  pursue: 
Nor  shall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  saints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 

HYMN~127r~TM.     Portugal.    [*]" " 
Ciikist;s  Invitation  to  Sinners.     Matt,  xi,  28— 30. 

1  "pOME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

\J  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come; 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me, 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Biess'd  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 
o  4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  artd  hope,  and  humble  zeal; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


Book  I.  HYMN  128,  129.  2C3 

~HYMN  128.     L.  M.     Green's.     [*]~ 

The  Apostles'  Commission.      Mark  xvi,   15,    he.     Matt. 

xviii,  18,  &c. 

1  "i^O,  preach  my  Gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 
\JX  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive: 
o  He  shall  be  sav'd,  who  trusts  my  word; 
e  He  shall  be  damn'd,  who  wont  believe. 
—2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true; 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  clone,  . 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
g  3  Go  heal  the  sick;  go  raise  the  dead; 

Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name: 

•Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme". 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end: 

All  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend.' 
o  5  He  spake, — and  light  shone  round  his  head,; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode: 
g  They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  129.     L.M.    Armlty.     [(>*] 
Abraham  offering  his  Son.    Gen.  xxii,  6,  &c. 
A1NTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord; 


*S 


Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abrah'm,  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth  his  son,  at  God's  command; 

The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took; 

His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  stroke. 
d  3  "Abrah'm,  forbear,"  che  angel  cry'd, 

"Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try.'d; 

"Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed, 

"Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bless'd  indeed." 
o  4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 

The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  pow'r; 
.   The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 

Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace,, 


264 HYMN  130—132.         Book  I, 

HYMN  130.     L.  M.     Sicilian,     [b*] 
Love  and  Hatred.    Phil,  ii,  2.    Eph.  iv,  30,  &c. 
e  1  ]\TOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

-L^l    His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaints,— 

By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, — 

I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 
—2  Clamour  and  wrath  and  war  begone, 

Envy  and  spite  for  ever  cease; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known, 

Amongst  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 
e  3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife; 

Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  His  love, 

Who  seals  our  souls  to  heav'nly  life? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run: 
—So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 

HYMN  131.     L.M.     Islington,     [b*] 
TJte  Pharisee  and  Publican.  Luke  xviii,  10,  &c. 

1  T>EHOLD,  how  sinners  disagree, — 
MJ  The  Publican  and  Pharisee! 
o  One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
c  The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame, 
p  2  This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 

And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands; 
o  That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 

And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 
— 3  The  Lord  their  different  language  knows, 

And  diffrent  answers  he  bestows: 
o  The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
e  Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 
—4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 

Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee; 
e  I  have  no  merits  of  my  own. 

But  plead  the  suff'rings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN  132.     L.M.     Brentford.     Oporto.     [*] 
Holiness  and  Grace.    Tit.  ii,  10,  13. 
1   QjO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 

£5  The  holy  Gospel,  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 


Book  I.  HYMN  153,  3S4. 2C5 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 

The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God; 

When  the  salvation  reigns  within. 

And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin; 
e  3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 

Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
o  Whilst  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 

Our  inward  piety  approve. 
— 4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope,-*-* 
o  The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord;— 
— And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  133.     C.  M.     York.  [*]  ~ 

Jjove  and  Charity.     1  Cor.  xiii,  2— 7,  (i. 

1  T  El'  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 
Li  Their  faith  and  zeal' declare; 

All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  w(anting  there. 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  is  provok'd  in  haste; 

She  lets  the  present  injury  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  past. 

3  (Malice  and  rage,  those  fires  of  hell, 
She  quenches  "with  her  tongue; 

Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  she  endures  the  wrong.) 

4  (She  ne'er  desires,  nor  seeks  to  know 
The  scandals  of  the  time; 

Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below. 
Nor  envies  those  who  climb.) 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 
To  seek  her  neighbour's  good: — 

o  So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die. 

And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 
o  6  Love  is  the  grace,  that  keeps  her  pow'r* 

In  all  the  realms  above; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 

But  saints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN  134.     L.  M.     Islington.     Quern/    [b*  j 

Religion  vain  without  Lave?   1  Cor.  xiii,  1/2,  S, 

1  T¥ AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jewsj 

AX  And  nobler  speech  than  atigels  Us£j 

L7 


256  HYMN  135,  136.  Book  I. 

If  love  be  absent,  1  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell; 
Or  could  my  fa;th  the  world  remove, 
Still — I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name; — 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent — all  my  hopes  are  vain: 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

HYMN  135.    L.  M.     Sicilian.    Green's.    [*] 
Love  of  Christ  in  the  Heart.    EpU.  iii,  16,  Sec. 

1  pOME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
v^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breast; 

o  Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength; 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess. 

And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and  length, 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 
s    3  Now  to  the  God  whose  pow'r  can  do, 
More  than  our  tho'ts  or  wishes  know; 
Be  everlasting  honours  done, 
By  all  the  church — thro'  Christ  his  Son. 

HYMN  136.     CM.     Abridge.     Plymouth,    [b*] 
Sincerity  and  Hypocrisy.  John  iv,  24.  Psairu  exxxix^^Si. 

1  J1 OD  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise, 
XJK    He  sees  our  inmost  mind; 

In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth,  before  his  throne. 
With  honour  can  appear: 

The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 
Their  bending  knees  the  ground; 

But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 


Book!.  HYMN  137,  IS 8. 267 

e  4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere; 
o  Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there. 

HYMN  137.     L.  M.  .  Leeds.     Castle  street.     [*] 
Salvation  by  Grace  in  Christ.    2  Tim.  i,  9,10. 

1  "VTOW,  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme         f 
-L^l      Be  everlasting  honours  giv'n; 

He  saves  from  hell — (we  bless  his  name,) 

He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  Heav'n. 
e  2  Not  for  our  duties,  or  deseits, 
o  But  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 

He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 

And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 
— 3  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels,  doom'd  to  die; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 
o  4  Jesus  the  Lord  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known? 
o  Declares  the  great  transactions  pass'd, 

And  brings  immortal  blessings  down, 
e  5  He  dies! — and  in  that  dreadful  night 

Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  destroy; 
o  Rising — he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 

And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

HYMN  138.     C.  M,     Colchester.     [*] 
Saints  in  the  Hands  of  Christ.    John  x,  28,  29. 

1  "CflRM  as  the  earth,  thy  gospel  stands, 
JL     My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost, 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep; 

All,  whom  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breast; 

In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 


2&6 HYM1S  139,  14U.  Book  I, 

HYMN  139.    L.  M.     Grttofe.     [b*] 
H»pe  in  the  Covenant.    Heb.  vi,  17 — 19. 
e  1  "|TOW  oft  have  sin  aid  Satan  strove 

IX     To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God? 
o  But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  sc  tils  it  with  his  blood. 
— 2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
*  Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace; 
g  Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 

And  tills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praise, 
e  3  Amidst  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies; 
t— .Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 

While  temptests  blow,  and  billows  rise/ 
o  4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up; 
g   A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 

Lays  the  foundation  ten  my  hope, 

In  oaths  and  promises,  and  blood. 

HYMN    140      C.  M.«  York.     Reading,     [b*]  * 
A  living  and  a  dead  Faiih. 
e  1  "\fISTAKEN  souls!  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
i*I     And  make  their  empty  boast— 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 
2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  ilights, 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 
— Non»  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head, 
o  3  'Tis  faith,  that  changes  all  the  heart; 
'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
o  4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 
By  a  telestial  pow'r; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail, 
In  the  decisive  hour, 
p  5  (Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 
As  well  as  trust  his  grace; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still, 
For  his  own  holiness. 


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Book  I. HYMN  141. 269 

— 6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 
He  makes  our  natures  clean; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  Minister  of  sin. 
o  7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  seals  our  peace  with  God: 
— Jesus,  and  his  salvation  came, 

.  By  water  and  by  blood.)  

"        HYMN  141.     S.  M.     Aylesbury,     [b] 
The  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  ofCauisi.  Isa.  liii,l— 5, 
10—12. 
"HO  has  belie  v'd  thy  word, 
Or  thy  salvation  known? 
o  Reveal  thine  arm,  Almighty  Lord, 

And  glorify  thy  Son. 
e      2  The  Jews  esteem'dhim  here, 

Too  mean  for  their  belief; 
p  Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

—  3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  scorn; 
p  But  'twas  their  grief  upon  him  lay, 

Their  sorrows  he  has  borne, 
a      4  'Twas  for  the  stubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  justice  pleas'd  to  bruise 

His  best  beloved  Son. 

—  5  "But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

And  make  his  kingdom  stand; 
o  My  pleasure,  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

Shall  prosper  in  his  hand, 
o       6  (His  joyful  soul  shall  see 

The  purchase  of  his  pain; 
And  by  his  knowledge  justify 

The  guilty  sons  of  men.) 
t>      7  (Ten  thousand  captive  slaves, 

Releas'd  from  death  and  sin, 
Shall  quit  their  prisons,  and  their  graves, 

And  own  his  pow'r  Divine.) 
u      8  Heav'n  shall  advance  my  Son, 

To  joys  that  earth  deny'd; 
e  Who  saw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
a  And  bore  their  sins,  and  died.'* 

U2 


art)  HYMN  142,  143.  Book  T, 

HYMN    142.     S  M.    Bingham,     [b] 
T/je  same.    Isa.  liii,  6—9 — 12. 
e       IT  IKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 

JLl    And  broke  the  fold  of  God; 
Each  wand 'ring  in  a  d  iff 'rent  way, 
But  all  the    downward  road, 
p      2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour, 
Upon  the  Shephera's  head. 
o       3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke1 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays-, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 
a.     4     His  honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 
o      5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head, 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men; 
And  make  him  see  a  num'rous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain, 
g      6   "I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong; 
tsHe  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
•'And  hold  his  honours  long." 

rIYM.N    14.3  C.  M      liar  by.     [*]  " 

Characters  of  the  Children  of  doD,  from  several  Scriptures* 
b  1    (^;  new  born  babes  desire  the  breast, 
^  To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
So  saints  wiih  joy  the  gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  gospel  live. 
—5  Grace,  like  an  ujicorruj.  ted  seed, 
Abides  .md  reigns  within; 
Immoi  I  al  principles  forbid 
The  sons  jf  God  to  sin. 
e  $  Not  by  the  terrours  of  a  slave. 

Do  they  perfoi  m  his  will; 
o  But  with  the  noblest  pow'rs  they  have, 

His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 
—-7  They  find  access  at  ev'ry  hour 
To  God,  within  the  vaii; 


Book  f.  HYMN  144,  145. 271 

Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail, 
o  8  O  happy  souls!  O  glorious  state 
Of  ever-flowing  grace! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face! 
c  9  Lord,  I  address  thy  heav'nly  throne; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 
— 10  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong; 
d  Then  shall  I  say,  My  Father,  God, 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

HYMN  144.     CM.     Canterbury.    York,     [b*]' 
The  witnessing-  and  sealing  Spirit.  Rom.  viii,  14,  16.  Eph> 

i,  13,  14. 
e  1  "Vl^HY  should  the  children  of  a  king, 

▼  *     Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
o  Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 

Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
e  2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n? 

— 3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  parr, 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 
o  4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

A-ilAiN  145.     C.  M.     Sunday.   Christmas.     W\ 

Christ  and  Jlarun.    Hefj.  vii,  and  ix. 
-1    TEbUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 

ti    A  thousand  glories  more, 
Than  the  rich  gems,  and  polish'd  gold, 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 
e  2  They  first  their  own  burnt -offerings  bro't, 

To  purge  themselves  from  sin; 
o  Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  spot, 
And  all  thy  nature  cKan 


272 HYMN  146,  148.  Book  L 

c  5  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 
With  blood — but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 
•  6  But  Christ,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 
Ascends  above  the  skies; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 
o  7  Jesus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns, 
On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill; 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  has  been  slain, 
And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 
—8  He  ever  lives — to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face: 
Give  him,  my  soul,  thy  cause  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

HYMN  146.     L.  M.     Ofiorto.    Mintwich.     [*] 
The  Exeettencics  of  Christ. 

1  |^1 0  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet, 

Of"  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet; 
Earth  is  too  narow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord; 
Nature  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colours,  not  her  own. 

e  17  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies. 

Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise! 
©  There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 

And  shines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God. 
g  18  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 

Nor  heav'n  his  full  resemblance  bears; 

His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

'Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN   148.     P.M.     Allerton.     [*] 
Scriptural  Titles  of  Chiust. 
1  "VJTTITH  cheerful  voice  I  sing 
?  ▼     The  titles  of  my  Lord; 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word: 
Nature  and  art  I  Sufficient  forms 

Can  ne'er  supply  |  Of  majesty. 


Book  I.  HYMN  150. 


e       2  In  Jesus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 

Shining-  for  ever  bright, 

With  mild  and  lovely  rays: 
— TV  eternal  God's  J  Inherits  and 

Eternal  Son  |  Partakes  the  throne. 

g       3  The  so  v' reign  JCing  of  kings, 

The  Lord  of  lords  most  high, 

Writes  his  own  name  upon 

His  garment  and  his  thigh; 
His  name  is  cali'd  I  He  rules  the  earth. 

The  Word  of  God;  \  With  iron  rod. 

—    4  When  promises  and  grace 

Can  neither  melt  or  move, 
o       The  angry  Lamb  resents 

The  injuries  of  his  love: 
u  Awakes  his  wrath  I  As  lions  roar, 

Without  delay,  [  And  tear  the  prey, 

b       5  But,  when  for  works  of  peace 

The  great  Redeemer  comes, 

What  gentle  characters, 

What  titles  he  assumes! 
Light  of  the  world,  j  Nor  will  he  bear 

And  Life  of  men!  J  Those  names  in  vain. 

o      6  Immense  compassion  reigns 

In  our  Emmanuel 's  heart, 

\VThen  he  descends  to  act 

A  Mediator's  part. 
He  is  a  Friend,  I  Divinely  kind, 

And  Brother  too;  -  J  Divinely  true. 

g  7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge,    ' 

His  awful  throne  ascends, 

And  drives  the  rebels  far 

Fro'Yi  favourites  and  friends: 
Then  shall  the  saints      |  The  heights  and  depths 
Completely  prove  J  Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN  150.     P.  M. 
Scriptural  Characters  of  Cubist. 
OIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 


J 


S74 HYMN  150. Book  L 

That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore: 
c  All  are  too  mean,  I  Too  mean  to  set 

To  speak  his  worth;        J  My  Saviour  forth. 

d      2  But  O  what  gentle  terms, 

What  condescending  ways, 

Does  our  Redeemer  use, 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace! 
—Mine  eyes,  with  joy  I  What  forms  of  love 

And  wander,  see  |  He  bears  for  me. 

e      3  ( Array 'd  in  mortal  flesh, 

He  like  an  Angel  stands; 

And  holds  the  promises 

And  pardons  in  his  hands: 
o  Commission'd  from  I  To  make  his  grace 

His  Father's  throne;        |  To  mortals  known.) 

—    4  (Great  Profihet  of  my  God, 
My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came: 
a  The  joyful  news  I  Of  hell  subdu'd, 

Of  sins  forgiv'n,  |  And  peace  with  heav'n.) 

*— 5  (Be  thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern  and  my  Guide; 

And  through  this  desert  land, 

Still  keep  me  near  thy  side, 
e  O  let  my  feet  I  Nor  rove  nor  seek 

Ne'er  run  astray,  |  The  crooked  way! 

e      6  (I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice; 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 

My  wand'ring  soul,  among 

The  thousands  of  his  sheep: 
b  He  feeds  his  flock,  I  His  bosom  bears 

He  calls  their  names;      |  The  tender  lambs.) 

o      7  (To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 

Will  I  commit  my  cause; 

He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws: 
Behold  my  soul  I  My  Surety  paid 

At  freedom  set!  |  The  dreadful  debt.) 


Book  I.  HYMN  150.    275 

p       8  ('Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest , 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd; 
—    My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside: 
o  His  pow'rfui  blood  I  e  And  now  it  pleads 

Did  once  atone;  |      Before  the  throne.) 

o      9  My  Advocate  appears 

For  my  defence  on  high; 

The  Father  bows  his  ears, 

And  lays  his  thunder  by. 
o  Not  all  that  hell  I  Shall  turn  his  heart. 

Or  sin  can  say,  J  His  love  away.) 

g      10  (My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King, 

Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing 
Thine  is  the  pow'r;  I  In  willing  bonds, 

a  Behold  I  sit,    "  j  Beneath  thy  feet.) 

u      11  (Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  Tempter  down; 
u      My  Cajitain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown. 
—A  feeble  saint  I  o  Though  death  and  hell 

Shall  win  the  day;  |    Obstruct  the  way, 

g      12  Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 

And  pow'rs  cf  hell  unknown, 

Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 

Of  rage  and  mischief  on: 
T  shall  be  safe —  I  Superior  pow'r, 

For  Christ  displays  j  And  guardian  grace, 


7<:nd  cf  the  first  book, 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS, 

BOOK  ft 

COMPOSED   ON    DIVINE    SITBJECTS. 

HYMNl.    L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*■] 
A  Song  of  Praise  to  Gob. 

1  "j^TATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  shall  sing, 
j3    God  the  Creator,  and  the  King; 

"Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies,  nor  seas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2  (Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  seraphs,  who  sit  near  his  throne; 

Time  ycur  harps  high',  and  spread  the  sound, 
To  the  creation's  utmost  bound.) 

3  (All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  arid  own  his  Name; 
Whilst  with  our  souls,  and  with  our  voice; 
We  sing  his  honours,  and  our  joys.) 

4  (To  him  be  sacred  all  we  have, 
From  the  youtlg  cradle  to  the  grave: 
Our  lips  shall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.) 

8  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftiest  thoughts,  and  loudest  songs; 
Let  there  be  sung,  with  warmest  joy, 
Ho s ann a — from  ten  thousand  tongues- 

9  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame, 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name; 
The  strongest  notes  that  angels  raise, 

Faint  in  the  worship  and  the  praise.        __ 

HYMN  3.  CM.  *Isle  of  Wight,  Canterbury,  [b*] 

lite  Death  and  Burial  of  a  Saint, 
e  3  ^I^THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friend--' 

▼  ▼     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
mm Tig  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 

To  call  them  to  his  arms* 


Book  If.  HYiMN4.  277 

o  2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 

To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 
—3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
o  There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 
—4  The  graves  of  all  thr  saints  he  bless'd, 

And  soften 'd  ev'ry  bed: 
e  Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  the  dying  Iieau? 
o  5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  shew'd  our  feet  the  way: 
o  Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 

At  the  great  rising  day. 
s  6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

HYMN  4.     L.  M~     Carthage,  tleytl's.  [D*]" 
Salvation  in  the  Cross. 
p  1  TT ERE,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
JX  I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love! 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blcod, 

Jesus — nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 
—2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say, 

With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, — ■ 

Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  heart  aAvay, 

Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rise. 

3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie; 

Resolv'd,  (for  that's  my  last  defence,) 

If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

e  4  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade? 
d  Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 
o  5  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim; 
o  Hosanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  mv  best  honours  to  his  name. 
W 


278  HYMN  6,  7.  Itook  H. 

HYMN  6.     CM.     St.  Aim's.     [*] 
A  Morning  Song. 
1   /^|NCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

\y  .Salutes  thy  waking  eyes: 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay, 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 
o  2  Night  unto  night  his  Name  repeats, 

The  clay  renews  the  sound; 
g  Wide  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  sits 

To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
— 3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 
o       My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise; 
e  My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 

—  And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

e  4  (On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand: 
p  Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead. 

—  But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

p  5  A  thousand  w retched  souls  are  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun; 
— And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread. 

And  yet  n»y  moments  run.) 
e  6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light: 
o  Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 

And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

__ . _ 4 

HYMN  7.    C.  M.  Hymn  2nd.  Wantage,  [b] 

An  Evening  Song. 
e  1  1'^READ  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song. 
JLr  Like  holy  incense  rise; 
Assist  the  off" 'rings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 
—2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  dayv 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 
o  3  Perpecual  blessings  from  abov<* 

Encompass  me  around; 

e  But  O  hotf  tew  returns  of  love, 

Hath  my  Creator  found? 


Book  It.  HYMN  8,  9. 27-9 

p  4  What  have  I  done  for  Him,  who  died 
To  save  my  wretched  soul? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll? 
e  5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee; 
—And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
6  (Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, — 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  en  my  Saviour's  breast.) 

HYMN  8.     CM.     St.  Martin's.     Sunday.     [*j 
A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 
1  TTOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 

-EjBl  To  God's  upholding  hand; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  secure  we  stand. 
c  2  That  was  a  most  amazing  power, 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word; 
— And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
e  3  The  evening  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room; 
— We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed, 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 
4  The  rising  morning  can't  assure, 

That  we  shall  end  the  day! 
e  For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door, 

To  seize  our  lives  away. 
e  5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin, 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
—We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  ev'ry  gasp  we  draw. 
•  6  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings; 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night, 

Beneath  his -shady  wings. 

HYMN  9.     C.  M.     Me  of  Wight.     Bangor.     [f* 
Godly  Sorrow  from  the  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

p  1      A  LAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
JuL  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 


230  HYMN  10.  Book  If. 

_^_____«__T i ■ — — — , .  * 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 

For  such  a  worm  as  I! 
3  Was  it  for  crimes — that  I  had  done- 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? — 

a  Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

e  4  Well  might  tjie  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

e  5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face- 
While  his  dear  cross  appears; 

d.  Dissolve  mine  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  mine  eyes,  in  tears. 

— 6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 

o  Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 

— .    'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  10.     CM.    Dorset.     Canterbury.    [*] 
Parting-  with  Carnal  Joys. 

1  "VfY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
lfJL  And  bids  the  world  farewell; 

Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 
Nor  seek  your  friendship  more; 

The  happiness  that  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  $our  pow'r. 
o  3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth* 

That  suits  my  large  desire; 
o  To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  aspire, 
o  4  (Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
From  sin  and  dross  reftn'd; 
Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 
g  5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sphere, 
The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Bi'ings  his  own  All  sufficience  there, 
To  make  our  bliss  complete,) 


BookH.  HYMN    11,12. 283 

o  6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road; 
o  There  sits  my  Saviour  drest  in  love, 

And  there  my  smiling  God. 

HYMN  11.     L.M.     Munich.  Carthage,  [b*]"" 
The  Same.      , 

1  "T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
a      JL  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
— False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 

And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind, 
p  2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair; 

And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 
—3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss; 

That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  sea% 

And  bade  me  seek  superiour  bliss. 
o  4  Now,  t©  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes: 
u  O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies! 
g  5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll; 

There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

HYMN  12.     CM.     Sunday.     Christmas.     [*]* 
Christ  is  the  Substance  of  the  Levitical  Priesthood. 
1  nnHE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
A   The  types  are  all  withdrawn: 
o  So  fly  the   shadows  and  the  stars, 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 
b  2  No  smoaking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
Nor  kids,  nor  bullocks  slain; 
Incense  and  spice,  of  costly  names 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
— 3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, — . 
e  When  God  himself  comes  down  to  be 

The  off'ring  and  the  priest. 
— 4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh,  to  show 
The  wonders  of  his  love; 
W2 


382  HYMN  13,  14.  Book  IT. 

c  For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  prays  for  us  above. 
5  Father,  he  cries,  forgive  their  sins, 

For  I  myself  have  died; 
(I  And  then — he  shows  his  open'd  veins, — 

And  pleai's  his  wounded  side. 

HYMN  13.     L.M.     Did  Hundred.    Blendon.   [*] 
The  Creation,  Preservation,  Dissolution,  and  Restoration 

of  this  IVorld. 
■  1    QING  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  skies, 

IO  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  stately  frame: 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  bis  praise, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  form'd  the  seas,  and  fornvd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop  and  ev'ry  dust; 

Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  first. 

3  Now  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres; 

o  He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 
^•'And  round  he  turns  the  hasty  years. 
e  4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last, 

'Till  all  his  saints  are  guther ;ci  in; 
o  Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast  — 

To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again! 
g  5  Yet  when  the  sound  shall  tear  the  skies, 

And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
o  Saints  you  may  lift  your  j'.;\i"ul  Lyes, 
o  There's  a  new  h^av'n  .  for  you. 

HYMN  14.    S.M;    "L  V.     [*] 

The  Lord's  Day.-  or,  DeHg4tf  in  Oinii  lances. 
o  1  "MfELCOMK— met  day  afreet— 
f  T     That  saw  the  Lord  .-.rise! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  ores. 
—     2  The  King  hiuiseif  conies  near, 

And  feasts  his  s.-mts  to  day; 
c  Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  acre, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pi  ay. 
b       3  One  day,  amidst  the  .place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  t  lousand  days, 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


Book  If.  HYMN  15,16. 283 

—    4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, — 
o  And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  15.     L.  M.     Sicilian.     Gloucester.     [*]~ 

Enjoyment  of  Christ;  or,  Delight  in  Worship. 

1  TT'AR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  begone,— 

JL    Let  my  religious  hours  alone: 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see, 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
o  2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love, 
—3  (The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 

In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand; 
b  And  in  sweet  murmurs,  by  their  side, 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

o  4  Haste  then— but  with  a  smiling  face-*- 

And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace; 

Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 

And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine,) 
b  5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare? 

How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are! 
—Never  did  angels  taste  above, 

Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love, 

0  6  Hail,  great  Emmanuel,  all  divine- 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine: 

— Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN  16.     L.M.     Ofwrto.  j\antwkh.     [*] 
Part  the  Second. 

01  T  ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace, 

JLJi  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face— 

And  lights  our  passion  to  a  flame! 

Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 
e  2  When  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine, 

When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, — 
o  I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 

And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 
b  3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys, 

Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employ  ; 


284  HYMN  IT.  19.  Book  U« 

— Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away, 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 
o  4  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 

To  the  fair  coast  of  perfect  light; 
— Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 

O'er  the  dear  Object  of  our  love. ^ 

"HYMN  17.     C   M.     Mifcham.  Arundel.     [*] 

God's  Eternity. 
o  1  TglSE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
jLI)  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, — 
And  rouse  up  ev'ry  tuneful  sound, 
To  praise  th'  eternal  God. 
g  2  Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 
Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
Jehovah  liv'd  alone. 
— 3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease. 

But  still  maintain  their  prime; 
e  Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 

And  ever  is  his  time. 
o  4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  present  and  the  past — 
a  He  tills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 

And  sees  our  ages  waste. 
~r5  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 

And   vast  destruction  come; 
p  The  creatures — look,  how  old  they  grow,— 

And  wait  their  fiery  doom! 
o  6  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away, 
And  flame  melt  down  the  skies; — 
g  My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 

"HYMN  19.     CM.     Plymouth.  Heading,  [b*]"" 
Our  Frail  Bodies,  and  God  our  Preserver. 
1  T   ET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

_I_i  Nor  death,  nor  danger  fear; 
e  But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 
o  2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay; 
q  A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grass  away. 


Book  IF.  HYMN  BO,  93.  285 


e  3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone; 
Strange!  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 

Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 
—4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, — 

The  God  who  built  us  first; 
o  Salvation  to  th5  Almighty  Name, 

That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust.  

HYMN  20.    C.  M.     Wantage.    Bangor,   [b] 

o  1  XIlTHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
H    My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more,  by  day, 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night? 
—3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
Thesavour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 
e  4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 
The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste^ 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 
—5  Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 
With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtless  heart, 
And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms. 
e  6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul, 
That  I  should  leave  thee  so; 
Where  will  these  wild  affections  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go? 
p  9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight! 
—Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  c^ross, 

Rather  than  lose  thy  sight.  » 

HYMN  23.     L.  M.    Nantwich..  Green's.     [*] 
The  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  Heaven. 
1  TTkESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
JLr  Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings,— 
O  And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things; 


286 HYMN  24. Book  II. 

o  2  Beyond,  bey  o  id  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll  — 

Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 

And  fruits  immoCtai  feast  the  s  ml. 
e  3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasant  sight — 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne! 

There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
•  Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 
g  4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  pbw'rs  before  him  fall"; 

The  God  shines  gracious  tnro'  the  man, 

And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 
o  5  O,  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  goldett  hirps  they  sing! 

And  sit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And.  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King! 
e  6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above; 

And  stand  and  bow  amongst  them  there, 

And  view  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love? 

HYMN  24.     L.  M.     Psalm  97th.     Blendon.    [*] 
The  Evil  of  Sin: — Fall  of  Jlngels  and  Men. 

1  "V17HEN  the  great  Builder  arch'dthe  skies, 

t  T     And  f  srm'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praise, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High  in  the  midst  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel,  sat; 
Among  the  morning  stars  he  sung, 
'Till  sin  destroy 'd  his  heav'nly  state. 

3  'Twas  sin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne; 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies: 

d  Hoiv  art  thou  sunk  in  darkness  down, 

Son  of  the  morning,  from  the  skies! 
e  4  And  thus  our  two  first  parents  stood, 

'Till  sindehTd  the  happy  place; 

They  lost  their  garden  and  their  God, 

And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race: 
p  6  Tremble,  my  soul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 

That  such  a  foe  should  seize  thy  breast! 


Hook  If,         HYMN  25,  9.7. 287 

— Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh!  may  he  slay  this  treacherous  guest. 
o  7  Then,  to  thy  throne  victorious  King, 

Then,  to  thy  throne  our  shouts  shall  rise; 
o  Thine  everlasting  arm  we  sing, 

For  sin  the  monster  bleeds  and  dies. 


HYMN  25.     C.  M.     Nkadbtg-.     Plymouth,      [b] 
Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 

1  "VflTV drbwsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  sol 
AvJL     Awake,  my  sluggish  soul! 

Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive: 

e  Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 

How  negligent  we  live! 
—3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move, — 
,We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 

Come  flying  from  above; — 
4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'dfor  our  good: — 
e  How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 

He  purchas'd  with  his  blood! 
e  5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts! 
—Come  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 

And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 
o  6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise: 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 

We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN  27.     L.  M.    Bkndon.     [*] 
Praise  ye  Him  all  his  Angels.    Ps.  cxlviii,  2, 
a  1   I^OD,  the  eternal,  awful  name, 

U  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  feai'st 
That  shakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears' 
— 2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  servants  are, 

And  light  surrounds  his  dwelling  place, 
o  But,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face;, 


288 HYMN  2$.  Book  IL 

e  3  'Tis  not  for  such  poor  worms  as  we, 

To  speak  so  infinite  a  thing; 
— Bat  your  immortal  eyes  survey 

The  beauties  of  your  soy 'reign  King, 
o  4  Tell  how  he  shows  his  smiling  facfc< 

And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array; 

Triumph  ami  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 

And  songs  eternal  as  the  day* 
o  5  Speak — for  you  feel  his  burning  love, — 

What  zeal  it  spreads  through  all  your  frame; 
e  That  sacred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  on  earth  have  lost  the  name. 
u  9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  skies; 

Let  ev'ry  distant  nation  hear: 
— And  while  you  sound  his  lofty  praise, 
c  Let  humble  mortals  bow,  and  fear! 

HYMN  28.    C.  M.     Windsor,     [b] 
Death  and  Eternity. 
e  1    QTOOP  down,  my  tho'ts,  that  used  to  rise; 

k3     Converse  a  while  with  death: 
e  Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, — 

And  pants  avay  his  breath, 
q   2  His  qniv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 
His  pulse  is  fa-int  and  few; 
Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan. 
He  bids  the  world  adieu! 

e  3  But  oh,  the  soul  that  never  dies! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay! 
— Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 

And  track  its  wondrous  way. 
u  4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell; 

It  mounts  triumphant  there: — 
a  Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 

In  infinite  despair. 
p  5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die? 

And  must  this  sofil  remove? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel,  nigh 

To  bear  it  safe  above. 
«— .6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust; 
e  And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 

To  drop  into  my  -;    • 


Book  II.  HYMN  29,  30.  289 

HYMN  29.     C.  M.     Devizes.     [*] 
Redemption  by  Price  and  Power* 
1    "IESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
«l     My  tongue  would  bear  her  part; 
o  Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 

And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
— 2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood; 
e  And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  sword. 

In  his  own  vital  flood. 
o  3  The  Lamb,  that  free'd  my  captive  sou1. 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains; 
o  And  sent  the  lion  down  to-howl, 

Where  hell  and  horrour  reigns, 
s  4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceasing  praise; 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to- feel  his  grace. 

HYMN  30.    S.  M.     Newton.    Kibwortli.     [*] 
Heavenly  Joy  o?i  Earth. 
1  rf^OME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
\J     And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne.  * 
e      3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  Gnd; 
o  But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 

Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
—    8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below; 
o  Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 
b       9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
0       10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry; 
o  We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's  ground., 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
X 


290  HYMN  33,  33.  Book  IT. 

HYMN  32.     CM.     China,     [b] 
Frailly  and  Folly. 
c  1   t|CW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life! 

SuL     How  vast  our  soul's  affair;-,! 
e  Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive — 

To  lavish  out  their  years. 
— 2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 
Without  a  moment's  stay; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God.  from  on  high,  invites  us  home  J 
Bit  we  m  arch  heedless  on; 

And,  e\   r  hast'nuig  to  the  tombj 

Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 
a  4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above! 
WThat  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 

Who  break,  such  cords  of  love? 
— 5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sov'reign  grace. 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high; 
o  That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  see  salvation  nigh. 

HYMN  33.    CM.     Arundel.  Sr.  Mafi/i's.     [*] 
The  blessed  Society  in  Heaven. 
o  1  Tl  AISE  thee,  my  soul   fly  up,  and  run 
W     Thro'  ev'ry  heav'niy  street; 
And  say,  there's  nough,t  below  the  sun, 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 
g  3  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 
Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns! 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down, 
On  a'i  the  blissful  pi  tins* 

4  Bright,  like  the  sun,  the  Saviour  sits! 
And  spreads  eternal  noon: 

No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidst  those  ever  shining  skies, 
Behold  the  Sacred  Dove! 

WhileK.banish'd,  sin  and  sorrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 
o  6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place, 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne; 


Book  If.  HYMN  34,  ;35. 29^ 

o  And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 

The  infinite  Three-One. 
e  8  Jesus,  and  when  shall  that  dear  day, 

Thar  joyfni  hour  appear,  — 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 

To  'well  amongst  them  there. 

HYMJS  34.     C.  M.     Isle  of  Wight.     Zion.     [b*] 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1    riOME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

\J  Wi'h  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs,— 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours, 
c  2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys! 
a  Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
e  3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  vise; 
a  Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 
p  4  Dear  Lord!  and  shall  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great? 
— 5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, — 
o  Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  35.     C.  M.     Mear.     [*]  * 

Praise  for  Creation  and  Redemption. 
e  1  T  E t  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 

JLi  Who  never  know  thy  grace; 
o  But  our  loud  song  shall  still  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praise, 
o  2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne; 
u  All  glory  to  the  united  Three, 

The  undivided  One. 
— 3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 
Who  form'd  us  by  a  word; 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruin'd  frame: 
o      Salvation  to  the  Lord! 


?9r3  HYMN  36,  38.  Book  IT; 

6"  4  Hosanna,' — let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect  the  voice, 
In  one  eternal  round. 

HYxMN  36.    S.  M.     Newton.     [*] 
Christ's  Intercession. 
Q  1  ^T¥7ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 
▼  *     T'  appear  before  our  God; 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne, 
With  his  atoning  blood. 
2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 
No  burning  wrath  comes  down; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinner's  blood, 
The  Saviour  shews  his  own. 
—     3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves; 
e  The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  laves. 
©      4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honours  sing; 
Jesus,  the  Priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King, 
o       6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above: 
e  But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  strains, 

To  speak  immortal  love!  

HYMN  38.    CM.     York.     [*] 
Love  to  God, 
1  TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

-IX  Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  bright  st  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 
e  2  Knowledge,  alas!  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there, 
o  3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move; 
e  The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too,— * 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 


Book  II.  HYMN  39, 40, 41.  293 

o  4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives,  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 

In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 
5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 

To  see  our  smiling  God. 

HYMN  39,    C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b] 
The  Shortness  and  JWisery  of  Lije. 
e  2  'HPIS  but  at  best  a  narrow  bound, 
A  That  heav'n  allows  to  men; 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Or  three  score  years  and  ten. 
o  3  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 
Run  on  my  days  in  haste; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 
— 4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  soul; 

And  cail  her  to  the  skies, — 
o  Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN  40.     CM.     Abridge.     [*] 

Comfort  in  the  Covenant  with  Chhist. 

1   i^V-fR  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 

VJ*  E'en  when  he  hides  his  face; 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 
e  2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one? 
— Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints — 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son: 
3  Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 
And  part  of  heav'n  possess'd; 
o  I  praise  his  Name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

HYMN  41.    L.  M.     Castle  Street.     [*] 
A  sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  World. 
3   f\  MIGHT  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
vJ'  The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 

X2 


294 HYMN  43. Book  IL 

What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be? 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes? 
4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon; 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
d  5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave; 
"I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more, 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 
6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  bow  and  sing, 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

HYMN  43.    L.M.     Sheffield.    Leeds.     [*] 
Christ's  Sufferings  and  Glory, 
o  1  "VfOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise, 

J3I    To  gre.it  Jehovah's  equal  Son! 
o  Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 

Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above; 
u  How  swift  and  joyful  was  the  flight, 

On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 
e  3  (Down  to  this  base,  this  sinful  earth, 

He  came  to  raise  our  nature  high; 
p  He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath: — 

Jesus  the  God  was  born  to  die.) 
a  5  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death* 

Th'  almighty  captive  Pris'ner  lay; 
o  Th*  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 
©  6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Up  to  his  throne  of  shining  grace; 

Sec  what  immortal  glories  sit — 

Round  the  sweet  beauties  of  his  face. 
j  7  Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs,, 

Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns; 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues. 

And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains: 


Book  IT.  HYMN  45,  46.  595 

HYMN  45.     L.M.     Aaniwic/i.     [*] 
Gob's  Condescension  to  our  Worship. 

1  F11HY  favours,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls; 
e        jL   Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us! 

What  canst  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 

To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus? 
— 2  Still  might  he  fill  his  starry  throng* 

And  please  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  songs; 

But  heav'nly  Majesty  comes  down, 

And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 
e  3  Great  God!  what  poor  returns  we  pay/ 

For  love  so  infinite  as  thine: 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
o  But  thy  compassion's  all  divine. 

HYMN  46.     L.M.      V/eMon.    Portugal.     [*] 
God's  Condescension  to  Human  Affairs. 

1  HTTP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
U    And  views  the  nations  from  afar., 
o  Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  iarge  his  bounties  are. 
e  3  God,  who  must  stoop  to  view  the  skies, 

And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do — 

Down  to  the  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 

And  bends  his  footsteps  downward  too. 
— 4  He  overrules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs: 

On  "humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 

Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 
e  5  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 

And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 
— 6  in  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 

Such  condescension  to  perform; 

For  worms  were  never  rais'd  so  high, 

Above  their  meanest  fellow-worm, 
o  7  Oh!  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace — 
o  To  the  third  heav'n  our  songs  should  rise, 

And  teach  the  golden  harps  thj  praise. 


296  HYMN  47,  48.  Book  H. 

AiVAiN   47.'    L   M.     Green's.  Mntwich.  £*J" 
G/ori/  and  Grace  in  the  Person  o/'Chiust. 
o  1  XfOW  to  the  Lord  a  ribble  song! 

i3l    Awake,  my  soul;  awake,  my  tongue; 

Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 
u  And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
b  2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 

The  brightest  image  of  his  grace; 
.^-God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone, 
e  3  The  spacious  earth,  and  spreading  flood, 

Proclaim  the  wise,  the  pow'rful  God; 

And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar, 

Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  star: — 
o  4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 

The  nobh-st  labour  of  thine  hands: 

The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 

Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 
a  5  Grace! — 'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme; 
—My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name! 
o  Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  sound; 
u  Ye  heav'ns  reflect;  it  to  the  ground! 
— 6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place, 

Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face! 
©  Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold; 

And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

"HYMN  48.    CM.     JReadinir.     WaUaL    t°] 
Jjove  to  the  Creatures  dangerous. 

1  TTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
.ti-  How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 

Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky, 
Give  but  a  fiatt'ring  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh. 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  blood — 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  cneature's  love. 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense? 


Book  If.  HYMN  51,  53. 297 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence, 
o  5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food; 
o  And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 

'  HYMN  51.     L.  M.     Blcndon.     [*]  " 

God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 
p  1  "OHIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
JO  Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat; — 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

—4  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity: — 

But  who,  amongst  the  sons  of  light, 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee? 
o  5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  array'd  in  flesh  and  blood, 

Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 
— 6  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams; 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one; 

Tho'  they  are  known  bv  diff'rent  names, 

Ths  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
o  7  Then  let  the  Name  of  Christ  our  King, 

With  equal  honours  be  ador'd; 

His  praise  let  ev'ry  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  him  Lord. 

HYMN  53.     CM.     Zion.  [b*] 
'The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints. 
e  1  T  ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
JLi  That  yields  us  no  supply; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 

Nor  streams  of  living  joy! 
2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  grow; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dangerous  waters  flow, 
o  3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode: 
Lies  through  this  horrid  land: 
Lord!  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thv  command. 


298  HYMN  54,  55.  Book  II. 

e  5  (A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 

Around  the  forest  roam; 
o  But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 

4\nd  guides  ?he  strangers  home.) 
e  6  Lung  nights  and  darkness  dwell  beloAV, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  rav; 
o  ^ut  the  br  ght  world  to  which  we  go, 

Is  everlasting  day, 
—7  Br  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  sacred  road; 
Through  dismal  deeps,  and  dangerous  snares, 

We  make  our  way  to  (iod. 
e  8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
—     But  we  mat  ch  upwards  still; 
e  Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 

\nd  reach  at  Zion's  hill.  — - 

HYMN'  54       ;    vl.     .ini.-.d-l     67  Martin's.      [*] 
Cod's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness. 

1  \1"V  G  d,  tne  spring  of  .ill  my  joys, 
i'jL    The  life  of  my  deiights: 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 
M    dawmng-is  begun  j 

o  Ke  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 
b  3  The  op'  "ngheav'ns  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss; 
\V  si'e  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 

And  whispers  1  urn  his. 
o  4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word; 
u  Run  up  with  juy  the  shining  way, 

T'  embrace  rny  dearest  Lord. 
o  5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 

Shall  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


i  ry 


HYMN  55.  CM.     Bangor,     [h] 
Frail  Lije  and  succeeding  Eternity. 

IiEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Niiue; 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 


Book  II.  HYMN  58.  399 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we! 
—3  (The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave; 
VVhate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 
4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground* 

To  push  us  to  the  torn; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 

To  hurry  mortals  home. 
p  5  Good  God!  on  what  asiender  thread 

Hang  everlisting  things! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 
e  6  Infinite  joy,  ot  endless  woe* 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath; 
And  yet  how  unco  icern'd  we  go, 

Upon  the_brink  of  death! 
— -7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  daug'rous  road; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  he  ce, 

May  they  be  found  with  God* 

HYMN  58.     C.  M.     R€ar><i.g.     [b*] 
Shortness  of  Life,  and  Goodness  of  God, 
€  1  rpiME!   what  an  empty  vapour  'tis! 
JL      And  days  how  swift  they  are: 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 

Or  like  a  shooting  star. 
2  The  present  moments  just  appear, 

Then  9lide  away  in  haste; 
That  we  can  never  say,  thcy*re  here, 
But  only  say,  they're  past* 
— 4  Yet,  mighty  God!  our  fleeting  days 
Thy  lasting  favours  share; 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 

Thou  load'st  the  rolling  ycai\ 
5  'Tis  sov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  foa<L 
That  leads  our  souls  above. 


300 HYMN  59,  60.  Book  II. 

o  6  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round; 
All  glory   to  the  Lord! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound; 
And  be  his  Name  ador'd! 

HYMN  59.     CM.     St.  Paul'*.     Hymn  2d.     [*] 
Paradise  on  Earth. 
1   |^i  LORY  to  God  who  walks  the  sky,. 
\M    And  sends  his  blessings  through; 
Who  tells  his  saints  of  joys  on  high, 

And  gives  a  taste  below. 
3  When  Christ  with  all  his  graces  crown'd. 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad; 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 
o  4  A  blooming  Paradise  of  joy, 
In  this  wild  desert  springs; 
And  ev'ry  sense  I  straight  employ, 
On  sweet  celestial  things. 
e  7  But  ah!  how  soon  my  joys  decay' 
How  soon  my  sins  arise, 
And  snatch  the  heavenly  scene  away 
From  these  lamenting  eyes. 
e  8  When  shall  the  time,  dear  Jesus,  when, 
The  shining  day  appear, 
That  I  shall  leave  these  clouds  of  sin, 
And  guilt  and  darkness  here? 
o  9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  skies, 

My  hasty  feet  would  go; 
o  There  everlasting  flow'rs  arise, 
There  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

"  HYMN  60.    L,  M.     Green's.     [*]        ~~ 

The  Truth  of  God  the  Promiser. 

1  XJRAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
A      To  him  who  earth's  foundation  laid: 

Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creaiion  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  (Finn  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live; 


Book  II.  HYMN  61, 68.  301 

Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  Gud, 

Who  spoke  and  spread  the  skies  abroad.) 

e  5  Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 

e  Slowly,  alas!  our  mind  receives 
The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

— 6  Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  the  Almighty  saith; — 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'nour  own. 

g  7  Then  should  the  earth's  old  pillar,  shake, 
And  a!l  the  wheels  of  nature  break; 
Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more, 
Tha.i  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

HYMN  61.    CM-    Ide  of  Wight,     [b*]' 
A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory. 
e  1  "V'1"Y  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
-if  A    And  think  how  near  it  stands 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
p  2  (And  you,  mine  eye*,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb; 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come) 
e  3  Oh!  coulii  we  die  with  those  who  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead; 
—Then  would  our  spirits  learp.  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 
4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms; 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms, 
o  6  We  should  almost  forsake  ojur  clay, 
Before  the  summons  come; 
And  pray  and  wish  our  souls  away, 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN  63.    C.  M.     Biahofisgute.     [*] 
A  Funeral  Thought. 
€  1  "IT ARK!  from  tne  tomos  a  doleful  sound' 

AX    Mine  ears  attend  the  cry — 
d  "Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 

"Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 


SQ2  HYMN  64,  65.         Book  II. 

2     "Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

"In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs; 
"The  tail,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 

"Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
p  3  Great  God!  is  this  our  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  still  secure! 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more! 
— 4  Grant  us  thepow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly; 
o  Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN    64.     L.  M      Green's.    All  Saints.     [*] 
Gob  the  Glory  and  Defence  of  Zion. 

1  TJ[  APPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
JUL    The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace; 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates, 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits; 

g  Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

o  3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage; 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 
'     That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

o  4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell: 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

s  5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace; 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

HYMN  65     CM.     Canterbury.     [*] 
Hope  of  Heaven  our  Support  on  Earth. 
1  T17HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
m      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  again*t  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  huri'd; 


Book  IT.  HYMN  66,  67. SO* 

Theu  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wide  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
«     My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all: — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 

Across  mv  peaceful  breast. . 

"  HYMN  66.     C.  M.     Sunday,     [*]  " 

A  Prospect  of  Heaven  makes  Death  easy. 
1  FTVIERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
i     Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain, 
o  2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs: 
e  Death  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 
b  3  (Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelliffg  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green; 
—So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 
p  4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 
And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.) 
— 5  Oh!  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes!— 
6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er — 
o  Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

~HYMN  67.     C.  M.    Arundel.     [*] 
God's  eternal  Dominion. 
e  1   i^lREATGod!  how  infinite  art  thou! 
e       U     What  worthless  worms  are  we! 
g  Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  rto  thee» 


304  HYMN  68.  Book  II, 

_  , .        t. .  i 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made: 
a  Thou  art  the  everliving  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
— 3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie, 

To  thine  immense  survey,—- 
From  the  formation  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 
g  4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears — 

Great  God!  there's  nothing  new. 
e  5  Our  lives  thro*  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares; 
g  While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 

Thine  undisturb'dafTahs. 
a  6  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 
a      What  worthless  worms  are  we! 
g  Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee! 
HYMN  68.     CM.     Bar  by.  St.  Ann's.     [*]"""" 

The  Humble  Worship  of  God. 
1   T^ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 

JL      The  place  of  thine  abode; 
o  I'd  leave  the  earthly  courts,  and  flee 

Up  to  thy  seat  my  God! 
— 2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasant  sight; 
o  But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 

Is  infinite  delight. 

— 3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 
To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 
o  4  There  all  the  heav'nly  hosts  are  seen; 
In  shining  ranks  they  move; 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 
p    5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall: 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th*  eternal  a>ll. 


Book  II.  HYMN  71,72. 505 

— 7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  shall  lie; 
Thus,  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
Unmeasurably  high. 


HYMN  71.  C.  M.     Devizes.     [*] 
Praise  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 

1  FT^HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

JL     My  joyful  voice  shall  sing; 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  shap'd  our  clay, 
And  wrought  this  human  frame; 

But  from  his  own  immediate  breath, 
Our  nobler  spirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
And  worship  with  bur  tongues; 

We  claim  some  kindred  with  the  skies, 
And  join  the  angelic  songs. 

4  Let  grovelling  beasts  of  ev'ry  shape, 
And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing. 

And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  seas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  shine, 
And  wheels  of  nature  roll; 

Praise  him  in  your  unwearied  course, 

Around  the  steady  pole. 
5  The  brightness  of  our  Maker's  Name 

The  wide  Creation  fills; 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies, 

Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN  72.     C.  M.     Sunday.     [*] 
Lord's  Day:  or  Resurrection  of  Christ. 
o  ITU  LESS'D  morning, whose  young  dawning  r; 
MM     Beheld  our  rising  God; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  last  abode. 
p  2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 

The  great  Redeemer  lay— 
—'Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 

The  third — th'  appointed  day. 
d  3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force, 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain: 
Y2 


306 HYMN  73,  74.  Book  If, 

o  The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
o  A: id  burst  theiv  feeble  chain. 
e  4  To  thy  great  Name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay; 
o  And  loud  Hosannas  shall  proclaim 

The  triumph  of  the  day. 
s  5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 

With  glad  Hosannas  ring. 

HYMN  73.     C.  M.     Me.ar.     [*] 
Doubts  scattered:  Joys  restored. 
1  ¥T|  ENCE  from  my  soul,  sad  tho'ts,  be  gone, 
■J.     And  leave  me  to  my  joys; 
o  My  tongue  shall  triumph  in  my  God, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
p  2  Darkness  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears; 
— 'Till  sov'reign  grace,  with  shining  rays, 

Dispell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 
Q  3  Oh,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
And  raptures  all  divine, — 
When  Jesus  told  me  I  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved  mine! 
—4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  soul, 
And  breaks  mv  peace  in  vain; 
One  glimpse,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

HYMN  74     S.  M.    Guildford,     [b] 

Ingratitude  to  Divine  Goodness. 
e       1  ~I~S  this  the  kind  return! 

-I-    Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe! 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  Love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow! 
"c      2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  redue'd  our  mind! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind! 
—    3  (On  us  he  bids  the  sun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  rua, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days.) 


Book  IT.  HYMN  76, 77.  30? 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men; 
But  we,  more  base,  more  brutish  things, 
Reject  his  easy  reign. 
d       5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh; 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

p      6  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes; 
— And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
o  Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HYMxNT  76.  C.  M.     Mite /mm.     Sunday.     [*] 
Resurrection  and  Ascension  oj  Chuist. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
XJL     Who  cloth'd  himself  in  clay! 

Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Emmanuel  rose; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft, 
&nd  to  his  Father  flies, 

With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  scatters  blessings  down; 

Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  (Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  his  blest  aOe.de; 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 
Your  sweetest  voices'raise; 

Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Emmanuel's  praise.) 

""HYMN  77.  r  L.  M.    Lttda.     B tendon.     [*] 

The  Christian  Warfare. 
o  1    OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy^fears, 
*J  And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on; 


80S  HYMN  79. Book  If. 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour's  gone. 
— 2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course; 
o  But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes: 
o  Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph — when  he  rose, 
e  3  (What  tho'  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite? 
d  Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps  and  endless  night. 
e  4  What  tho*  thine  inward  lusts  rebel? 

'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life; 
—The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins  and  end  the  strife.) 
o  5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate; 
o  There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait, 
s  6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty^grace; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

HYMN  79.    C.  M.     &unduif.     Christmas.      [*] 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
p  1  "pLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  or'  dark  despair, 

XT     We  wretched [sinners  lay — 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glim m' ring  day!    ■ 
a  2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
o  He  saw — and  (O  amazing  love!) 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 
3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  tied; 
e  Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
o  4  He  spoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  oar  iron  chains; 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls, 

From  everlasting  pains. 
s  6  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  iasting  silence  break; 


Book  II.  HYMN  82,  84. 509 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
c  7  (Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord, 
—    Our  souls  are  all  on  flame; 
o  Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 

To  thine  adored  name.) 
u  8  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
— But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  82.  C,  M      Mear.      [*]  "" 

Triumph  over  Spiritual  Enemies. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
]\    And  triumph  in  my  God; 

Awake, my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell; 

And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure, 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 
Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd; 

And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slipp'ry  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  wash'd  around  with  grace; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 
And  all  his  legions  roar; 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 

And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 
o  6  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  mv  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  nng; 
o  Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 

My  Saviour  and  my  Kine. 

HYMN  84.    S.  M.     Watchman.  [*] 
The  Passion  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 
1  riOME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
\-/Your  noblest  music  bring; 
'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 


31Q HYMN  85.  Book  If. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt! 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  bloody 
That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 
a      5  Down  to  the  shades  of  death, 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head: 
o  Yet  he  arose  to  live,  and  reign, 
When  death  itself  is  dead, 

—  6  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more; 
d  Fdr  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

—  7  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 

High  on  the  Father's  throne; 
e  The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 

And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 
g      8  There  his  full  glories  shine, 

With  uncreated  rays; 
And  bless  his  saints  and  angels  eyes 

To  everlasting  days. 

HYMN  85.    C.  M.     Canterbury,     St.  Ann's.  [*] 

Sufficiency  of  Pardon, 
e  1  Tlf^HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls, 
▼  ▼    Those  mournful  colours  wear? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith, 
And  nourish  your  despair? 
— 2  What  tho*  your  num'rous  sins  exceed 
The  stars  that  fill  the  skies— 
And  aiming  at  th*  eternal  throne, 

Like  pointed  mountains  rise? 
3  What  tho'  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell; 
And  has  its  curst  foundations  laid, 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell? — 
e  4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows, 
Of  never- failing  grace; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase. 
o  5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound; 
—Now  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 
Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 


Book  II.  HYMN  8r,  88. 3lt 

o  6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace, 
That  buries  all  our  faults; 
And  pard'ning  bloed,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

HYMN   87-      C.   M.     Arundel.     Bedford.  [*] 

The  Divine  Glories  above  our  Jieaso?i. 
e  1  TT^VV  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright, 
JjL  Must  our  Creator  be — 
Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vast  infinity. 
— 2  Our  soaring  spirits  upward  rise, 

Tow'rd  the  celestial  throne: 
e  Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 

And  the  almighty  One. 
— 3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies; 
e  But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet, 
Our  grov'ling  reason  lies! 

a  4  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls, 

And  awfully  adore: 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind, 

Can  stretch  a  thought  no.more. 
g  5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue; 
In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 

To  form  an  equal  song. 
e  6  In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  mysterious  King; 
o  While  angels  strain  their  nobler  pow'rs, 

And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 

HYMN  88,    C.  M.    DoxcAogy.    Devizes.  [*] 
Salvation. 
1   £  ALVATIONi  O  the  joyful  sound! 

£3  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  sovereign  balm  forev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears, 
e  2  Bury'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; — 
o  But  we  arise,  by  grace  Divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

s  3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around;     . 


.012 HYMN  89,  90,  91.       Book  III 

g  While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

HYMN  89.    C.  M.     Mtar.  [*"] 
Christ's  Victory  over  Satan. 
1  "ITOSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 

XX  The  prince  of  darkness  flies: 
His  troops  rush  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  skies, 
e  2  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  rescu'd  sheep; 
— But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 

And  malice  to  the  deep. 
o  3  Hosanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King; 
All  hail,  incarnate  Love! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait, 
To  crown  thy  head  above, 
s  4  Thy  victories  and  thy  deathless  fame, 
Through  the  wide  world  shall  run; 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triumphs  thou  hast  won. 

"  HYMN  90.     C.  M.     Colchester.       [*] 

Pardon  and  Solidification  in  Christ. 
a  1  TT  OW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is! 

XX  Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains! 
e  And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds, 

Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
o  2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word; 
d  "Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

"And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 
o  3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
— I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord; 
e      Oh!  help  my  unbelief. 
p  6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall: 
— Be  thou  "my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Jesus,  and  my  All. 

HYMN  91.    CM.     Hymn2?id.     St.  Ann's.     [*] 
The  Glory  0/ Christ*'/*  Heaven. 
|H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 


O 


Book  N. HYMN  9S. 3L 

Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 

Of  his  overflowing  grace! 
2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love, 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 
e  5  Those  soft,  those  blessed  feet  of  hisr 

That  once  rude  iron  tore — 
o  High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  stand, 

And  all  the  saints  adore. 
e  6  His  head,  the  dear  majestic  head, 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound — 
o  See — what  immortal  glories  shine, 

And  circle  it  around! 
—7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 
Whom  we  unseen,  adore; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 
9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay; 
And  wish  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
To  fetch  our  souls  away. 

HYMN  93.     S.  M.     Bingham    Newton.     [*]~~ 
God  all  and  in  all.     Psalm  lxxii,  25. 

1  ~\/|Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
ItJL  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 

*Tis  paradise,  when  thou  art  here; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place; 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford; 

No  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll; 

Z 


H4 HYMN  94,  95.  Book  II. 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul.  

HYMN  94.     CM.     St .  Ann '*.  Abridge :     [*] 
God  my  only  Happiness.     Ps.  Ixxiii,  25. 

1  ]\/|  Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
JJIm.  My  everlasting  All. 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies' 
And  this  inferior  clod! 

There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
And  health  and  safe  abode; 

Thanks  to  thy  Name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compar'd  to  thee? 

Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me? 

7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own; 

Without  thy  graces  and  Thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


HYMN  95.     C.  M.     Bixkopsfrate.     [b] 
Looking-  on  Him  -ivho?n  toe  pierced. 
p  1  TNF1N1 JL'E  griei!  amazing  woe! — 

JL  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord! — 
— Hell  and  the  Jews  conspir'd  his  death, 

And  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 
p  2  Oh,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain. 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore — 
When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns. 
His  sacred  body  tore. 
— 3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
In  vain  do  I  accuse;, 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews. 


Book  II.  HYMN  96,  9". 5£5 

e  4  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 
His  chief  tormenters  were; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  a  spear. 
5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down, 
Upon  his  guiltless  head: 
o  Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh  burst  mine  eyes, 
e      And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 
o  6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 
'Till  melting  waters  flow! 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes, 
In  unciissembled  woe. 

HYMN  96.     CM.     Isle  of  Wight,   [b*] 
Angels  pvnhhed,  and  Man  saved. 
OWN  headlong  from  their  native  skies; 


D 


The  rebel  angels  fell; 
o  And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 

Pursu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss, 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd; 
e  And  Jesus  stoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 

To  reach  a  sinking  world. 
o  3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree? 

Unmeasurable  grace! 
e  Must  heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die, 

To  save  a  trait'rous  race? 
p  4  Must  angels  sink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchless  fire — 
—While  God  forsakes  his  shining  throne;, 

To  raise  us  wretches  higher. 
s  5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  skies 

With  hallelujahs  ring; 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 

All  hallelujahs  sing. 

HYMN  97.     L.  M.     Psalm  97th.     [b*] 
The  Same. 
e  1  T^ROM  heav'n  the  sinning  angels  fell, 
a     A  And  wrath  and  darkness  chain'd  them  down; 
e  But  man,  vile  man,  forsook  his  bliss — • 
o  And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 
g  2  Amazing  work  of  sovereign  grace, 
That  could  distinguish  reb,els  so; 


316 HYMN  98,  102.  Book  It. 

e  Our  guilty  treason  call'd1  aloud 

For  everlasting  fetters  too. 
o  3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 

Our  souls,  ourselves,  our  all  we  pay; 
s  Millions  of  tongues  shall  sound  thy  praise, 

On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN    98.    C.  M.      Windsor.      Wantage,     [b] 
Hardness  of  Heart  complained  of. 
1  "j\/fY  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is! 

jJIm.  How  heavy  here  it  lies! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice! 
■    2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  sits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne; 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bnry'd  deep, 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 
Or  taste  the  joys  above? 

This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith. 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul, 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms; 

This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 
Would  thrust  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word, 
Rebellious  I  have  stood; 

My  heart — it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath, 
And  terrours,  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine, 
In  thine  own  crimson  sea! 

None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine, 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

7  HYMN  102.    L.  M.  ■  Annie  y.     [b*] 

A  Happy  Resurrection. 

1  ~V[0,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
J3i    But  with  a  cheerful  gasp  resign, 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 

These  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 
e  2  Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh, 

And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dust: — 
o  My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  anew, 

At  the  revival  of  the  just. 


Book  II.         HYMN  104,  105.  ,     Sir 

s  3  Break,  sacred  morning,  through  the  skies, 
— Bring  that  delightful — dreadful  day; 
o  Cut  short  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come; 
e  Thy  ling'ring  wheels — how  long  they  stay! 

HYMN  104.    S.  M.    Peckham.     [*]        ~~ 
Christ's  Mediation. 
1  "OAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
JL\  To  an  immortal  tune; 
o  Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds, 

Celestial  grace  has  done, 
o      2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chose; 
And  bid  him  raise  our  ruin'd  race, 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

—  3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terrour  clothes  his  brow; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 

To  fiercer  flames  below. 
e      4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by — 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down, 

To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 
o      5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease; 
cl  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offer'd  peace, 
e       6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call; 

—  We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought; 
o  And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

HYMN  105.     CM.     Reading,     [b] 
Repentance  Jiowing  from  Divine  Patience, 
c  1     AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive! 

J\.  And  do  we  yet  rebel! 
e  'Tis  boundless — 'tis  amazing  love, — 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell! 
2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt,  . 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames; 
And  threat'ning  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames, 
d  3  Almighty  goodness  cries — Forbear! 
And' strait  the  thunder  stays; 
Z2 


51$  HYMN  106,  107.         Book  II. 

e  And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 

And  weary  out  his  grace? 
p  4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  sin; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 

What  rebels  we  have  been, 
o  5  No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command, 

No  more  will  we  obey; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conq'ring  hand, 

And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN  106.    C.  M.    Isle  of  Wight.  Bangor,    [b] 

Repentance  at  the  Cross. 
p  1  (PkH,  if  my  soul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
\y  How  would  I  vent  my  sighs! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 

From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 
2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, — 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 
— 3  Ok,  how  I  hate  these  lusts  of  mine, 
That  crucify'd  my  God; 
Those  sins,  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh/ 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 
d  4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 
My  heart  has  so  decreed; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
e  5  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
o  I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN  107.     CM.     Windsor.  [*] 
Everlasting  Jlbsenee  of  Gon  intolerable. 
1  PTHHAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

JL    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
c  2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
d      Pronounce  the  sound,  Dejiart! 


nook  IF. HYMN  108. 319 

c  3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
a  'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 

With  most  tormenting  fear. 
p  4  What — to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  for  ever  fly! 
a  5  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love! 
o  7  Oh!  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name, 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands; 
Shew  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  salvation  stands. 

"         HYMN  103.     C.  M.     St.  Asaph's.     [*] 
Access  to  the  Throne  of  Grace  by  a  Mediator. 
1   tf^lOME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 

\J  Up  to  the  courts  above; 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love, 
e  2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath. 
And  shot  devouring  flame; 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 
—3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 
That  calm'd  his  frowning  fa.ce; 
That  sprinkled  o'er  his  burning  throne, 
And  lurn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 
o  4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double  flaming  sword. 
— 5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss, 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son; 
o  High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 

And  reach  th'  almighty  throne, 
s  6  To  thee*  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  h,is  fury  by. 


520  HYMN  110,  112.         Book  II. 

HYMN  110.    S.  M.    Aylesbury.    Kibworth.     [*] 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 
a  1     A  ND  must  this  body  die? 

A  Tkis  mortal  frame  decay? 

a  And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay. 

—  2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh; 
o  'Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

—  3  God   my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  mv  dust — 

'Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise, 
o       4  Array 'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine; 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 

Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

—  5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  jing  his  pov/'r  above. 
6    Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs; 
o  'Till  tunes  of  nobler  Bound  we  raise; 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN  112.     L.  M.     O/iorto.  [*] 
Jlngels  ministering  to  C a  hist  and  Saints. 

1   4"1REAT  God!  to  what  a  glorious  height, 
vJS"  Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord  thy  Son! 

Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 

Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 
e  2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
o  And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
— To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance — and  of  love. 
o  4  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet, 

Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode; 

Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 

In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 
—5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 

And  thou  shalt  bid  mc  rise  and  come— 


Book  II.         HYMN  114,  115. 321 

Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Fe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home. 

HYMN  114.     C.  M.     Christmas.     Sunday.     [*] 
Christ's  Death,  Victory,  and  Dominion. 

1  ~S~  SING  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death; 
J  He  conquer'd  when  he  fell; 

'Tis  Finish' d!  said  his  dying  breath, 
And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  'Tis  Finished!  our  Emmanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done! 

Hence  shall  his  sov'reign  throne  arise, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid,   , 
For  glory  and  renown; 

When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  side, 
Sits  our  victorious  Lord; 

To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  saints  from  his  propitious  eye, 
Await  their  sev'ral  crowns; 

And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  fly 
The  terrour  of  his  frowns. 

HYMN  115.    C.  M.     Bedford.     [*] 
God  the  Avenger  of  his  Saints. 

1  lTff  IGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 
ITS-     Reigns  the  CreatorGod; 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound, 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

2  Let  princes  of  exalted  state 
To  him  ascribe  their  crown;. 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

And  cast  their  glories  down. 
e  3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  supreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 

But  ye  must  die  like  men. 
a  4  Then  let  the  sov'reigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  just; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 

And  treads  the  worms  to  dust. 


322 HYMN  118,  119.         Book  II. 

e  5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wise, 
And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear; 
The  meanest  saint  that  you  despise 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

HYMN  118.   L.  M.     MiScourc.     [b*] 
The  Priesthood  of  Chhist. 

1  "DLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  skies, 
o       jl%     Revenge — the  blood  of  Abel  cries; 

e  But  the  dear  stream,  when  Christ  was  slain, 
—Speaks  fieace — as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high, 
Behold  he  lays  his  vengeance  by; 
And  rebels  who  deserve  his  sword, 
Become  the  fa v 'rites  of  the  Lord. 

o  3  To  Jesus  let  our  praises  rise, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice; 
Now  he  appears  before  our  God, 
And,  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

"        HYMN  119.     CM.     Plymouth,     [b*] 
The  Holy  Scriptures. 

1  T  ADEN  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears, 
Jui    I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord; 

And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  assuage: 

Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 
Almost  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  (This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 
The  pearl  of  price  unknown; 

That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own.) 

4  (Here  consecrated  water  flows, 
To  quench  my  thtrst  of  sin; 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
No  danger  dwells  therein.) 

5  This  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  strife, 
Where  wit  and  reason  fail; 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh!  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving  feet  command; 


Book  IT.  HYMN  120,  121. Si 

Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN   120.     S.  M.     Aylesbury,     [b] 
The  Laiv  andK  Gospel  joined  in  Scripture. 
1  FT^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
A     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe; 
e  Amidst  the  smoke  of  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

—  2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And,  smiling  from  above, 
o  Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epistles  of  his  love. 

—  3  These  sacred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  just  commands; 
e  The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
o  And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

—  4  (Hence  we  awake  our  fear; 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treasur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence.) 

5  (We  learn  Christ  crucify 'd, 
And  here  behold  his  blood; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  beside, 
Will  do  us  little  good.) 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
We  take  the  offer'd  grace; 

Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promises. 
o      7  In  vain  shall  Satan  rage 

Against  a  book  divine, — 
e  Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
o  Where  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

HYMN  121.     L.  M.    *trmley;     [b*] 
The  Law  and  Gospel  distinguished, 
1  fllHE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know 
A     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
o  But  'tis  the  gospel  must  reveal 

Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will. 
e  2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 

And  shews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been; 
a  Only  the  gospel  can  express 

Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 


324  HYMN   122,  124.         Book  If. 

e  3  What  curses  does  tue  law  denounce 

Against  the  man  who  tails  but  once? 
o  But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 

Pard'ningthe  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 
— 4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 

Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law; 
a  Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives: 

The  man  who  trusts  the  promise — lives. 

HYMN  122.     L.  M.    Bethel,     [b*] 
Retirement  and  Meditation. 

1    %/|Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
ljJL     A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee; 

Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 
e  2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 

And  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth? 

Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 

And  let  my  God,  my  Savjour  go? 
&  3  Call  me  aw  ay  from  flesh  and  sense, 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 
— I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 
e  4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn; 

Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone: 
a  In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n — and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN  124.  C.  M.     York,     [b*] 
Jlloses,  Aaron,  and  Joshua. 

1  'npiS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

X      On  hoiy  binai  giv'n, 
And  sent  to  men  by  Moses'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  safe  to  heav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  spilt, 
Nor  smoke  ot  sweetest  smell; 

Can  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 
Or  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

e  3  Aaron  the  priest  resigns  his  breath*    " 
At  God's  immediate  will: 
And  in  the  desert  yields  to  death, 

Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 
4* And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder   side. 
The  tribes  ot  Israel  stand; 


Book  II.         HYMN  126,  127.  325 

While  Moses  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd, 

Short  of  the  promis'd  land, 
o  5  Israel  rejoice,  now  Joshua*  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  rest: 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 

The  ruler  and  the  priest. 

HYMN  126.    CM.     Wareham.     [*] 
God  Glorified  in  the  GospeL 

1  F11HE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 

JL     Invites  his  children  near; 
While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the  gospel's  wondrous  frame, 
Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue; 

d  A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines; 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace; 

—Wisdom  through  all  the  myst'ry  shines, 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 
To  our  incarnate  God; 

And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 

Its  honours  in  his  blood, 
o  5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs; 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 

And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN   127.     L.M. 

Circumcision  and  Baptism. 

1  npHUS  did  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  pass 

JL      Under  the  bloody  seal  of  grace; 
The  young  disciples  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  Christ  the  painful  bondage  broke, 

2  By  milder  ways  does  Jesus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant  and  his  love; 
He  seals  to  saints  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  seed  is  sprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  set  apart  for  God; 

"Joshua  same  with  Jescs,  and  signifies  a  Savigur, 
-Aa 


326 HYMN  128,  129.         Book  IT. 

His  Spirit  on  then-  offspring  shed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head, 
o  4  Let  ev'ry  saint  with  cheerful  voice, 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  gi   e  c  le  God  of  Abrah'm  praise. 

HYMN  128,     C    M.     China.     Plymouth,     [b] 
Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam, 

1  "DLE^S'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
_D     Adam  our  father  stood, 

'Till  he  debas'd  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 
To  sinful  joys  inclined; 

Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh  and  sense  and  passion  reigns, 
Sin  is  the  sweetest  good; 

We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God,  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 
Our  broken  pow'rs  restore; 

Inspire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 

And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 
.6   Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parti; 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 

His  image  on  our  hearts. 

HYMN  129.  L.  M.     Bath.     Islington.     [*] 
lie  walk  by  Faith,  not  by  Sight. 

1  'FiplS  by  the  faith  of  jeys  to  come, 

A     We  walk  thro'  deserts  dark  as  night; 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  thro', 
While  faith  supplies  a  heav'nly  ray; 
Though  Lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 


Book  If.         HYMN  130,  151. 327 

4  So  Abran'm  by  divine  command, 

Lett  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God; 
His.  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN   130.     C.  M.     Sunday.     [*]      ~" 
The  .Xeis  Creation. 

1  A  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
J\     Doth  his  own  glory  shew: 

d  "Behold,  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 
"Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "Nature  and  sin  are  pass'd  away, 
"And  the  old  Adam  dies; 

"My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay — 
"See  the  new  world  arise! 

3  "I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteousness 
"To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make; 

"None  but  the  new  born  heirs  of  grace 

"My  glories  shall  partake." 
e  4  Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin; 
Oh,  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 
And  mould  my  heart  afresh; 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 

And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 
— 6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 

I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  131.     L.  ML     Castle   Street.  Leeds.     [*] 

The  Excellency  of  the  Christian  Religion, 
o  1   T  ET  everlasting  glories  crown 

JLi  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord; 

Thy  hands  have  bro't  salvation  down, 

And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 
— 3  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon; 

With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 

'Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 
e  4  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  aerree' 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands! 


328  HYMN  132,  1  S3.         Book  IT. 

, ¥-!T       — — — 

— Thy  promises — how  firm  they  be! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands! 
o  5  Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nish  bliss 

Could  raise  such  pleasures  in  the  mind; 

Nor  does  the  Turkish  paradise 

Pretend  to  joys  so  well  refin'd. 
— 6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 

Assault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

HYMN  132.     C.  M.     Colchester.     [*] 
The  Offices  of  Christ. 

1  \J17"E  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

m    Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 
Who  offer'd  up  his  blood; 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King; 
How  sweet  are  his  commands! 

He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 
Who  saves  by  different  ways; 

His  mercy  lays  a  sov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

HYMN  133.     L.  M.     Brentford.     [*] 
The  Operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
o  1  "INTERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess, 

JlA  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
o  3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 


Book  II.  HYMN   135,  137.  329 

— 4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
o  Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
o  Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
— And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

HYMN   135.     L.  M.     O/iorto.     [*] 
Types  and  Prophecies  of  Cueist. 
d  1  "OEHOLD,  the  woman's  promis'd  seed! 
D  Behold  the  great  Messiah  cornel 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed, 
To  give  him  the  superior  room! 
—2  Abra'm,  the  saint,  rtjoie'd  of  old, 
When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw, 
Moses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  thei*-  chief  design,  and  cea^'d; 
The  incense,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  blessings  on  his  head: 

o  Jesus,  we  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  Promis'd  Seed. 

HYMN    137.     L.   M.     Gloucester.     [*] 
.Miracles  in  the  Life,  Death,  and  Resurrection  0/ .Christ. 
c  1   "OEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive! 
_0  Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  liv/e ! 

The  dumb  speak  wonders!  and  the  lame 

Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name! 

2  Thus  does  th'  eternal  Spirit  own, 
— And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Sot;; 

The  Father  vindicates  his  can  e, 

While  he 'hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 
e  3  He  dies: — the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood! 
o  He  rises — and  appears  a  God! 
' o  Behold  the  Lord  ascend 

No  more  to  bleed,  no  moi  e  to  die, 
—4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 

I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  dt 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign^ 

Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 
Aa2 


330  HYMN  138,  139.  Book  IT, 

"HYMN  138.     L.  M.     Blendon.     Leeds.     [*] 
The  Power  of  the   Gospel. 

1  rpHIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
JL   Sent  to  the  nations  from  above; 
o  Jehovah  here  resolves  to  shew^ 

What  his  almighty  grace  can"do. 
— 2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 

To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind; 
o  This  sov'reign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 

Restore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 
— 3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive, 

Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live; 

Dry  bones  arc  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afresh, 

And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  (Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light: 

Our  lusts  its  wondrous  pow'r  cofttrouls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

5  Lions  and  beasts  of  savage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb; 

e  While  the  wide  world  esteems  it  strange, 
a  Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.) 
— 6  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 

Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too; 
o  The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 

A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

liYMN  139.     L.  M.     Sicilian.     Pleyel's.     [*] 
Thz  Example  oj  Chiust. 

1  "V¥Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
jjfjL  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word, 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def 'rence  to  thy  Father's  will — 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine — 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 
p  3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 

Witness 'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer; 

The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 
— 4  Be  thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 

More  of  thy  gracious  image  here! 


Book  II.  HYMN  140,141. 551 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Amongst  the  foll'vvers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN   140.     C.  M.     A/car.     [*]        ~~' 
The  Examples  of  Christ  and  the  Saints. 
o  1   |"1  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
XM  Within  the  vail;  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys; 
How  bright  their  glories  be! 
p  2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears: 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 
— 3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  vict'ry  came; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
o  Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb — 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 
—  4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  he  had  trod, 
(His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast;) 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 

Possess'd  the  promis'd  rest. 
5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Shew  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  141.    C.  M.     St.  Martin's.     [*] 
Preaching,  Baptism,  and  the  Lorjfs  Supp&f. 

1  "Vfl  Y  Saviour  God,  my  Sov'reign  Prince, 
i.7  J.  Reigns  far  above  the  skies; 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  sense, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rise. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  shall  bless  his  name; 
They  read  and  hear  his  word; 

My  touch  and  taste  shall  do  the  same, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptismal  water  is  design'd 
To  seal  his  cleansing  grace; 

While,  at  his  feast  of  bread  and  wine, 
He  gives  his  saints  a  place. 

4  Bat  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
Can  make  my  flesh  so  clean, 

As,  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 
He'll  wash  my  soul  from  sin. 


332  HYMN  142,  144.  Book  II. 

5  Not  choicest  meats,  nor  noblest  wines, 
So  much  my  heart  refresh, 

As  when  my  faith  goes  thro'  the  signs, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flesh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  stoops  so  low, 
To  give  his  word  a  seal; 

But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow, 
Kxceeds  the  figures  still. 

"  HYMN  142     S.M.     Peckham.   [b*] 

Faith  in  Christ  our  Sacrifice. 
e  1  I^TOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

-L^l    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 
o       2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name,' 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

p       3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head*  of  thine, — 
,  While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 
—    4  My  soui  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, — 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, — 

A  id  hoj  es  her  guilt  was  there. 
u       5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
s  We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

"        HYMN  144.    L.  M.     0:d  Hundred.     [*] 
Effusions  of  the  Spirit;  Success  of  the  Got 

was  the  day,  the  joy  was  threat, 
hen  the  divine  disciples  met; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 
Vliat  g;fts,  what  miracles  he  gave! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  • 
Furmsh'd  their  tongue.-,  with  wondrous  words, 
ead  of  shields. 
—3  Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
o  From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north: 


G 


Book  II.       HYMN"   146,  148. 533 

d  "Go— and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause; 

"Go — spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross." 
— 4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 

Of  what  almighty  force  they  are — 

To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 

And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude. 
Are  by  those  heav'nly  arms  subdu'd; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  subdue, 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too — 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord — 
And  sing  the  \  ict'ries  of  his  word. 

HYMN   146.     L.  M.     Babylon.     Carthage.    "[SJ 
Yunitg  of  Creatures:  or,  no  Rest  on  Earth. 

1  m*AN  has  a  soul  ot  vast  desires, 

1\£  He  burns  within  with  restless  fires; 
Tost  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  till  the  mind: 
We  try  new  pleasures;  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  shift  from  side  to  side,  by  turns; 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God,  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN  148.     C.  M.  Canterbury.  St.  Ann's,    [b*] 

God  reconciled  in  Christ. 
c  1  TkEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
AJ  My  Jesus  and  my  God — 
Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood? 
—2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 
The  Father  smiles  again; 
JTis  by  thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 


334  HYMN  150,  151.  Book  H. 

e  3  'Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find; 
a  Tne  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 

Are  terrours  to  my  mind, 
o  4  But  if  Emmanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins; 
Kis  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear. 

His  grace  removes  my  sins. 
— 5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  Wisdom  boast; 
I  love  th1  Incarnate  Mystery, 

And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

HYMN  130.     CM.     Plumrjiuh.     [b]  * 

The  Deceitfnlness  of  Sin. 

1  C<IN  has  a  thousand  treack'rous  arts 
^  To  practice  on  the  mind; 

With  flatt'ring  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young; 

And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence; 

But  cheats  the  sdul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grc-w  the  forbidden  food; 

Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

HYMN  151.     L.M.     Plmgt-jn.     [*]  ' 

Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 

1  "TflYVAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

JL    The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm 'd  the  messages  they  brought; 

The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 
To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 
e  3  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book; 


Rook  IT.         HYMN  152,  153. 335 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  1  see, 

And  read  his  Name  who  died  for  me. 
o  4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 

Be  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind: 
— Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure; 

This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

HYMN  152.    C.  M.     Bedford.     [*] 
Sinai  and  Sion.     Heb.  xii,  IS,  &e. 
e  1  "T^TOT  to  the  terrours  of  the  Lord, 
Xl    The  tempest,  fire  and  smoke: 
Nor  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke; — 
o  2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God; 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 
c  3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  cloth 'd  in  light! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight! 
4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  he'av'n; 
Hear  God,  the  Judge  of  all  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiv'n. 
—  5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 
But  one  communion  make; 
All  joinin  Christ,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 
a  6  In  such  society  as  this, 

My  weary  soul  would  rest: 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  for  ever  bless'd. 

HYMN  153.     C .  M .    Reading,     [b]  ' 

Distemper,  Folly,  and  Madness  of  Sin, 
e  1    QIN,  like  a  venomous  disease,  * 

k-7  Infects  our  vital  blood; 
— The  only  balm  is  sovereign  grace, 

And  the  physician  God. 
e  2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death; 
o  But  Christ  the  Lord  recals  the  dead. 

With  his  almighty  breath. 


536  HYMN  154,  155.  Book  II. 

e  3  Madness,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 

The  passions  burn  and  rage; 
—.'Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 

The  inward  fire  assuage. 
e  4  (We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 

And  solid  good  despite: 
—Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 

'Till  Jesus  make  us  wise.) 
e  5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
o  And  rush  with  fury  down  to  hell — 
—    But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  (The  man  possess'd  among  the  tombs', 

Cuts  his  own  flesh  and  cries: 

0  He  foams  and  raves,  'til!  Jesus  comes, 

And  the  foul  spirit  flies.) 

~"  HYMN  154.     L.  M.    Armky.     [b*]  " 

Self-Righteousness  insufficient. 

1  "TTE7HERE  are  the  mourners,"  saith  the  Lord, 

tt     "Who  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word— 
Who  walk  in  darkness  all  the  day? 
Come,  make  my  name  your  trust  and  stay 

2  (No  works,  no  duties  of  your  own, 
Can  for  the  smallest  sin  atone; 
The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
Will  not  your  least  pollutions  hide. 

3  The  softest  couch  that  nature  knowSj. 
Can  give  the  conscience  no  repose: 

o  Look  to  my  righteousness,  and  live; 

Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.; 
—4  Ye  sons  of  pride  who  kindle  coals 

With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  souls, 

Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 

Enjoy  the  sparks  that  ye  desire. — 
e  5  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, — 

Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands; 
a  Ye  shall  lie  down  in  sorrow  there, 

In  death,  and  darkness,  and  despair." 


HYMN  155.     C.  M.     Tunbridgc.     [b] 
Chutst  our  Passover. 
O,  the  destroying  angel  flies 
To  Pharaoh's  stubborn  land? 


L 


Book  IT.  HYMN  156. 

The  pride,  the  floiv'i  of  Egypt  dies 

By  his  vindictive  hand, 
o  2  He  pass'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine; 
He  saw  the  blood  on  every  door, 

And  bless'd  the  peaceful  sign. 
—3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  must  bleed, 

To  break  th'  Egyptian  yofct ; 
o  Thus  Israel  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'srapes  the  angel's  stroke. 
e  4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  sprinkled  too 

With  blood  so  rich  as  thine, 
Justice  no  longer  would  pursue 

This  guilty  soul  of  mine. 
— 5  Jesus  ourpassover  was  slain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd 
o  Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 

And  God's  avenging  sword. 

HYMN  156.    C.  M.    Plymouth,     [b] 
Satan's   various  Temptations. 

1  "T  HATE  the  tempter,  and  his  charms 
JL  I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath; 

The  serpent  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams. 
Or  kills  with  slavish  fear; 

And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes, 
Presumption  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades,  How  easy  '$is 
To  walk  tfie  road  to  heaven; 

Anon  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
They  cannot  be  forgiven. 

4  (He  bids  young  sinners,  Yet  forbear 
To  think  of  God  or  death; 

For  firayer  and  grave  devotion  are 
But  melancholy  breath. 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  They  must  die, 
AncVtis  too  late  to  pray; 

In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
For  they  have  lost  their  day.) 
Bb 


£38 HYMN  157,158.  Book  H, 

e  6  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne, 
By  mischief  and  deceit; 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
To  darkness  and  the  pit. 
•  7  Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  pow'r, 
Let  him  in  darkness  dwell; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

~        HYMN  157.    C  M.     Heading,     [b] 
The  same. 
1  "VTOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 

J3I   And  threatens  to  destroy; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour, 
With  a  malicious  joy. 
o  2  Ye  sons  of  God,  oppose  his  rage; 

Resist,  and  he'll  be  gone: 
— Thus  did  our  dearest  Lord  engage, 

And  vanquish  him  alone. 
c  3  Now  he  appears  almost  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love; 
—But  the  old  serpent  lurks  within, 

When  he  assumes  the  dove, 
o  4  Fly  from  the  false  deceiver's  tongue, 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  fly! 
e  Our  parents  found  the  snare  too  strong; 
Nor  should  the  children  try. 

HYMN  158.     L.    M.     Geneva.     Babylon.     [i7]~ 

Feiv  saved:   or,  The  almost  Christian. 
e  1  TVROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
XJ  And  thousands  walk  together  there; 

But  wisdom  shews  a  narrow  path, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
d  2  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross, 
e  Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 

If  she  would  gain  thisheav'nly  Land. 
p  3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  esteem'd — almost  a  saint — 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
: — i  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new: 


Book  II.  HYMN  159,   160.  3S9 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN  159.     C.  M.    Plymouth.    '  'Vantage.    [*J 
Unconverted  State:    or,  Converting  Grace. 
1   f^REAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace, 

\J[  We  own,  with  humble  shame. 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  first  father's  name. 
— 2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 
The  poison  reigns  within; 
Makes  us  averse  to  all  that's  good, 

And  willing  slaves  to  sin. 
4  We  live  estrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well; 
With  haste  we  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 
e  5  And  can  such  rebels  be  restor'd! 

Such  natures  made  divine! 
o  Let  sinners  see  thy  glory,  Lord, 

And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 
o  6  We  raise  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  sends, 
o  To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

HYMN  160.    L.  M.     Armley.     [*] 
Custom  in  Sin. 

1  T  ET  the  wild  leopaids  of  the  wood 
Li    Put  off  the  spots  that  nature  gives; 

Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  slaves 
Wash  out  the  darkness  of  their  skin; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  least  control; 
None,  but  a  pow'r  divinely  strong, 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  soul. 

4  Great  God,  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  bless 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 


340  HYMN  161,  162.         Book  H. 

HYMN  161.     CM.     Reading,     [b] 
Christian  Virtues:  or,  Difficulty  of  going  to  Heaven. 
1    OTRjMT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 

^     That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
JTis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 

While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

0  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renew 'd; 

Passion  snppress'd  and  patience  try'd, 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd.  . 

*  (Flesh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 
Where  it  prevails  apd  rules: 

Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd; 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls.) 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 
That  vile  idolatry; 

And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  pow'r, 
Requires  a  strong  restraint; 

We  must  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray  but  never  faint. 
e  6  Lord!  can  a  feeble  helpless  worm, 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard! 
o  Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 

And  give. the  free  reward.   ■ 

HYMN  162.    C.  M.    Swan-wick.     [*] 
Meditation  of  Heaven;  or>  the  Jot/  oj  Faith. 

1  "T^/fY  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies, 
JJtjL     And  look  within  the  vail; 

o  There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise. 

The  waters  never  fail. 
— 2  There  1  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 

On  God's  incarnate  Son. 
o  3  His  promise  stands  forever  firm/ 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart; 
—He  binds  my  name  upon  his  aim, 

And  seals  it  on  his  heart. 


Book  If.         HYMN   165,168, 341 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings: 

How  short  our  sorrows  are — 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 

The  present  we  compare! 
o  5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still, 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell, 

Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN  165.    CM.     Wantage.     China,     [b] 
Unj'riritfulness,  Ignorance,  and  unsanctified  Affections? 
pi  T  ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
JLA    Of  thy  salvation,  Lord; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found— 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word! 

e  &  Oft*I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almost  in  vain; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain! 
p  4  (How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love! 
How  negligent  my  fear! 
How  low  my  hopes  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there.) 
— 5  Great  God,  thy  sov'reiga  pow'r  impart, 
To  give  thy  word  success; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart,, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace, 
o  6  (Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die.) 

HYMN  168.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Psalm  97.  [*] 

The  same. 

1    TEHOVAH  reigns — his  throne  is  high,  . 

OP      His  robes  are  light  and  majes'ty; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 
e  2  His  terrours  keep  the  world  in  awe, 

His  justice  guards  his  holy  law; — 
o  His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 
His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 
Bb2 


342 HYMN  169.  Book  II 

— 3  Thro*  aii  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 

And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs; 
o  His  pow'r  is  sov'reign  to  fulfil 

Ttie  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 
e  4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend, 

To  be  my  Father  and  my  friend? 
g  Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join! 

Heav'n  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

HYMN  169.     P.  M.     Triumph.     [*] 
The  same. 
1  HpHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

J.   His  throne  is  built  on  high; 
The  garments  he  assumes, 
Are  light  and  majesty; 
His  glories  shine 
With  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  sight. 

g      2  The  thunders  of  his  hand, 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand, 
To  guard  his  holy  law; 
c  And  where  his  love 

Resolves  to  bless, 
o  His  truth  confirms 

And  seals  the  grace. 
mm    3  Through  all  his  ancient  works, 
Surprising  wisdom  shines; 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs; 
0  Strong  is  his  arm — 

And  shall  fulfil 
g  His  great  decrees, 

His  sov'reign  will. 
t      4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend — 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father  and  ?ny  Friend! 
«  I  love  his  name, 

1  love  his  word; 
a  Join  all  my  pow'rs, 

And  praise  the  Lord. 


Book  IL  HYMN  iro. 343 

HYMN  170.  L.  M.   Psalm  97th.  Old  Hundred.  [*] 
God  incomprehensible  avd sovereign. 

4   I^Oi)  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
\Jf  Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne; 
e  If  he  resolve,  who  dare  oppose, 

Or  ask  him  why,  or  what  he  does? 
— 5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole; 

He  calms  the  tempests  of  the  soul; 
e  When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 

Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 
g  6  He  frowns — and  darkness  veils  the  moon— 

The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon; 

The  pillars  of  heav'ns  starry  roof 

Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 

The  crooked  serpent  and  the  worm; 

He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 

And  smites  the  sons  of  pride  to  death. 
—8  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways, 
e  But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  Face? 
e  Who  can  endure  the  light?  or  stand 

To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand? 


END  OF  THE  SECOND  BOOK. 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

t* ■ r  ..        ,,   ■  „  .      ■       ,  ,  ■   ■.  -: 

BOOK  III. 

PREPARED  POR  THE  HOIT  ORDINANCE  OF  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

HYMN  1.    L.    M.     Gloucester,     [fbj 
Tlie  Lord's  Supper  instituted.    1  Cor.    xi,  23,  &c 

TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
Wheo  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight. 

And  friends  betray 'd  him  to  his  foes — 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  brake; 
e  What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran! 

What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake? 
d  3   This  is  my  body — broke  for  sin — 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food: 
— Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine: 
d  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood. 

6  Do  this,  he  cry'd,  till  time  shall  endy 

In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend; 

Meet  at  my  table ,  ajid  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord. 
9  7  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  shew  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name; 

Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
riiemarriag;e  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  2.     S.  M.     Dover.     [*] 
Communion  with  Christ,  and  with  Saints.  1  Cor.  x,  16, 1! 
[1HIS  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 


T 


Book  III.  HYMN  3,  4. S45 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one; 
e  We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
o  And  he  the  First-born  Sou. 

—    5  We  are  but  several  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread; 
One  body  hath  its  sev'ral  limbs, 
o  But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

0  6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd, 

His  glorious  Name  to  raise: 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise. 

'  HYMN  3.     C.  M.      York.    [*] 

The  New  Covenant  Sealed. 

1  "PTpHE  promise  of  m>  Father's  love 

JL     Shall  stand  for  ever  good" — 
e  He  said — and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 

And  seal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 
*»-3  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  strength,  and  pardVmg  grace, 
And  glory  shall  be  mine; 

My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 
Which  Jesus  did  bequeath; 

p  'Twas  purciias'd  with  a  dying  groan, 

And  ratify'd  in  death. 
o  5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 

Who  bltss'd  us  in  his  will; 
And  to  his  testament  of  love, 

Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 

*  HYMN  4.     C.     M.     Canuroury.     [b] 

(Jurist's  cluing-  Love. 
c  1  flT^W  condescending,  and  how  kind 

i  *■     Was  God's  eternal  Son! 
e  Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  hea\ 'nly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 
p  3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
o        To  raise  us  to  his  throne: 


346  HYMN  5,  6.         Book  ITT. 

— There's  ne'er  a  gift  His  hand  bestows, 

e         But  costs  his  heart  a  groan. 

— 4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God — 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
•  5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great: 
e  Well  he  remembers  Calvary — 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget: 
p  8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record; 
—And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon 'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN    5.     C.  M.    Barby.     [*] 
Christ  the  Bread  of  Lije.    John  vi,  31,  35,  39. 
1  T  ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word; 
Xj  'Tis  he  our  souls  hath  fed: 
— Thou  art  the  living  stream,  O  Lord, 

And  thou  th'  immortal  bread, 
o  4  Bles't  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flesh, 
To  nourish  dying  men, 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 
— 5  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 
While  Jesus  finds  supplies; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
n       For  Jesus  never  dies. 
e  6  Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays, 
o       But  Christ  our  life  shall  come; 
o  His  unresisted  pow'r  shall  raise 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb. 

HYMN  6.    L.  M.     Bath.     [*] 
The  Memorial  of  our  absent  Lord.    John  xvi,  16.    Luke 
xxii,  19.    John  xiv,  S. 

1  XESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

•I   Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not; 
e  And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  tho'ts. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face; 


Book  III.  HYMN  10. 347 

— And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 

These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace, 
o  3.  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread, 

With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood; 

We  on  the  rich  provision  feed, 

And  taste  the  wine,  and  bless  our  God. 
— 4  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 
o  Christ  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 
— 5  Whilst  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 
o  'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 

That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
g  And  live  forever  near  his  face.  

HYMN  10.     L.    M.     Green's.     [*] 
Christ  Crucified,  the  Wisdom  and  Porcer  of  God, 

I  l^j  ATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 
-^  To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad; 

And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
d  Shews  something  worthy  of  a  God: — 
o  2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescu'd  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines; 
p  Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn, 

In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 
o  3  (Here  his  whole  Name  appears  complete; 
— Nor  wit  can  guess,  nor  reason  prove, 

Which  of  the  letters  best  is  writ, 
o  The  pow'r  the  wisdom,  or  the  love.) 
e  4  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join; 

Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 

To  make  the  purchas'd  pleasures  mine, 
o  5  Oh!  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God,  the  Saviour,  lov'd  and  d> 'c7 

Her  noblest  life,  my  spirit  draws, 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side 
o  6  1  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds   to  mortal  ears  unknown; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
g  And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


rAS HYMN   12,  13.        Book  III. 

HYMN  12.     L.  M.     Sicilian,     [b*] 
The  Gospel  Feast.    Luke  xiv,  16,  he. 

5  TMTH  AT  shall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

f  t     Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode — 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God! 

6  It  cost  him  death,  to  save  our  lives; 
To  buy  our  souls  it  cost  his  own; 
And  all  the   unknown  joys  he  gives. 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

o  7  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

To  him  who  ransom 'd  sinners  lost; 
e  And  pitie4  rebels,  when  he  knew 

The  vast  expense  his  love  would  cost. _^ 

HYMN   1 3.     C.  M.     Zion.     Hymn  2d.     [*] 

Divine  Love  making  a  Feast,  and  calling  in  the  Guests. 

Luke  xiv,  17,22,  23. 

b  1  IJOW  sweet  and-awful  is  the  place, 
JX  With  Christ  within  the  doors— 

■ — While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores! 

o  3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast; 
— Each  of  us  cry, with  thankful  tongues, 
c      "Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?" 

4  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"And  enter  while  there's  room — 
"When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 

"And  rather  starve  than  comei"' 
o  5  'Twasthe  same  love  that  spread  the  feast. 

That  sweetly  fore'd  us  in; 
e  Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 

-  And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 
~r6  (Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come; 
o  Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
— 7  We  long  to  sec  thy  churches  full, 
0      That  all  the  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.) 


Bonk  1IT.       HYMN  14,  17. 549 

'  HYMN    14.     L.  M.     Shod.     [*]  ~ 

The  Song  of  Simeon:  Luke  ii,  2S;  or,  a  Sight  oj  Christ, 

makes  death  easy. 

1  "VTOW  have  our  hearts  embrac'cl  our  God, 
J^i  We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 

And  wish  to  die,  as  Simeon  would, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  would  learn  that  joyful  song, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his: 
*4Our  souls  still  waiting  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  seen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
And  view'd  salvation  with  our  eyes — 
Tasted  and  felt  the  living  word, 

The  bread  descending  from  the  skies. 

4  Thou  hast  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face — 
To  teach  the  terrours  of  thy  Name, 
And  shew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

o  5  He  is  our  light — our  morning  Star 
Shall  shine  on  nations  yet  unknown; 

o  The  glory  of  thine  Israel  here, 
An:'  joy  of  spirits  near  the  throne." 

HYMN  17.     S.  M.     Ht.     IhwnnsH.     [*]         ' 
Incomparable  Food:  or,  the  Flesh  and  Blood  of  Christ. 
1  T\7'E  sing  th'amazirg  deeds, 

▼  ▼     That  grace  Divine  performs; 
e  Th'  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds, 
To  nourish  dying  worms. 

—  2  This  soul  reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood; 
o  We  thank  that  sacred  flesh  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  food. 

—  3  The  banquet  that  we  eat, 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things; 
Earth  has  no  dainties  half  so  sweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 
e        4  In  vain  had  Adam  sought, 

And  search'd  his  garden  round; 
For  there  was  no  such  blessed  fruit, 
In  all  the  happy  ground. 

—  6  On  us  to*  almighty  Lord 

Bestows  this  ra  itc  hless  grace; 
Cc 


S50 HYMN  21,  22.         Book  IP. 

And  meets  us  with  some  cheering  word, 
With  pleasure  in  his  face. 
o      8  Salvation  to  the  Name 
Of  our  adored  Christ: 
a  Thrn'  this  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory  in  the  high'st. 

HYMN  21.     C.  M.     6Y.  Martin's.     [*] 
The  triumphal  Feast    for  Christ's    Victory  over   Sin, 
Death,  and  Hell. 
4  FTHHE  Lord!  how  glorious  is  his  face! 
L    How  kind  his  smiles  appear! 
b  And  oh!  what  melting  words  he  says, 

To  ev'ry  humble  ear: — 
d  5  "For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

It  was  for  you  I  died: 
e  Behold  my  hands — behold  my  feet— 

And  look  into  my  side! 
p  6  These  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  souls 

From  misery  and  chains. 
o  10  Now  you  may  triumph  at  my  feast, 

And  taste  my  flesh,  my  blood; 
And  live  eternal  ages  bless 'd — 

For  'tis  immortal  food." 
e  11  Victorious  God!  what  can  we  pay, 

For  favours  so  divine? 
— We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 

To  be  for  ever  thine, 
o  12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  highest  praise, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues; 
— But  themes  so  infinite  as  these, 

Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 

HYMN  22.     L.     M.     Qutrcy.     [*] 
The  Compassion  oj  a  dying  Christ. 

1   i^kUR  spirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb; —     • 
e       \3  Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move, 
— In  strains  immortal  as  his  name, 
p  And  melting  as  his  dying  lov! 
e  2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found? 
e  The  Prince  ofheav'n  resigns  his  breath. 

And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  grdunid, 
— To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  death. 


Book   HI.       HYMN  S3,  24. 551 

e  3  Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; 
— He  from  the  threading  sets  us  free; 
o  Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  cros*, 

And  nail'd  the  curses  to  the  tree. 
— 6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 

Tu  speak  compassion  so  divine; 
o  Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 

A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine.  

HYMN  23.    C.  M.     Colchester,     [b*] 

Grace  and  Glory  by  the  Death  oj  Cubist. 
1    OITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
^  We  raise  our  tuneful  breath; 
p  Our  faith  beholds  her  dying  Lord, 
—    And  dooms  our  sins  to  death. 
e  2  We  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed 
o       Whence  all  our  pardons  rise; 
e  The  sinner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
— •    And  loves  the  sacrifice. 
e  3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross, 
o      Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns: 
— Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss — 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 
4  Oh!  'tis  impossible  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  sufferings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN  24.     C.  M.     Abridge.     Barby.     [*} 
Pardon  and  Strength  Jrom  Cuiust. 

1  T71A.THER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
JL    To  see  thy  glories  shine: 

The  Lord  will  his  own  table  bless, 
And  make  the  feast  divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  taste  the  heav'nly  bread, 
We  drink  the  sacred  cup; 

With  outward  forms  our  sense  is  fed, 
Our  souls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  shall  appear  before  the  throne 
Of  our  forgiving  God, 

Dress'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  sprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  shall  be  strong  to  run  the  race, 
And  climb  the  upper  sky; 

Christ  will  provide  our  souls  with  grace- 
He  bought  a  large  supply.  — 


3352       HYMN  25.  Book  III. 

HYMN   25.     C.  M.     Swanivick.     [*] 
Divine  Glories  and  Graces. 
1  TJj  OW  are  thy  glories  here  display'd, 
JLi  Great  God!  how  bright  they  shine! 
While  at  thy  word,  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine! 
e  2  Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause; 
q  Here  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 

Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 
— 3  Thy  saints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace, 
On  this  great  sacrifice; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  hxed  eyes. 
e  4  Our  hope  in  wanvng  posture  sits, 

To  heav'n  directs  her  sight; 
o  Here  ev'ry  warmer  passion  meets, 

And  warmer  pow're  unite. 
o  5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rising  sin  destroy ; 
e  Repentance  comes  with  aching  hear'. — 
'      Vet  not  forbids  the  joy. 
6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight, 
Let  sin  for  ever  die; 
o  Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

1  CAN  NOT  persuade  myself  to  put  a  full  Period  to  these 
Divine  Hymns,  mail  1  have  audressed  a  special  Song  of 
dory  to  God  the  Father,  the  bon,  and  the  Holy  SpiriU 
Though  the  Latin  name  of  it,  Gloria  JJaln,  be  retained 
in  the  Englith  Nation  from  the  Roman  Church;  and  though 
there  may  be  some  Excesses  of  superstitious  Honour  paid 
to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought  some  unhappy 
prejudices  in  weaker  Christians;  yet  1  believe  it  still  to  be 
one  of  the  noblest  parts  of  Christian  Worship.  The  sub- 
ject of  it  is-  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity,  which  is  that  necul- 
iar  Glory  of  ihe  Divine  Nature,  that  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ 
has  so  clearly  revealed  unto  Men,  and  is  so  necessary  to 
true  Christianity.  The  Action  is  Praise;  which  is  one  of  the 
most  complete  and  exalted  Parts  of  heavenly  worship.  I 
have  cast  the  Song  into  a  Variety  of  Forms,  and  have  fitted 
it,  by  a  plain  Version,  or  a  larger  Paraphrase,  to  be  sung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclusion  of  another  Hymn. — f 
have  also  added  a  few  Jfoscinuus,  or  Ascriptions  of  Salva- 
tion to  Christ,  in  the  came  Manner,  and  for  the  same  End. 


Book  III.     HYMN  26,  £7,  29. 35^ 

A  SONG  OF  PRAISE 

To  the  ever  Blessed  Trinity,  -  God  the  Father,  Sou,  arid 
Spirit. 

HYMN  26.    1st.    L.  M.     Weldon.    [*] . 

1  "O  LESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
_0  To  which  celestial  source  we  owe 

Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
0  2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
e  From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 

A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood — 

Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls! 
— 3  We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit,  praise, 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
o  Mak'st  living  springs  of  grace  arise* 
o  And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 
g  4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore; 

That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 

Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

HYMN  27.     1st.     C.  M.     Bethlehem.     [*] 

1  1~1  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name— . 
\Jf  Who  from  our  sinful  race, 

Chose  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid— - 
e      Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay; 

p  And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 

Gave  his  own  life  away. 
— 3  Gio-     to  God  the  Spirit  give — 
F      a  whose  almighty  pow'r, 
Oc      ouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
id  bless  the  happy  hour, 
g  %    jlory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
IV  eternal  Three  in  One, 
\  v'ho  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Ha ■-;  made  his  nature  known. 

HYMN  29.    2d.    L.  :VL 
1    |^1  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

\%    Whose  name  has  mysteries  unknown: 
In  essence  One,  in  persons  Three; 
A  social  nature,  vet  alone. 
Cc2 


,54 HYMN  37—39.         Book  HI. 

2  When  all  our  noblest  pow'rs  are  join 'd, 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raise; 
Thy  glories  over- match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  thg  prdse. 

HYMN  30.     2d.     C.  M. 

1  PTpHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

A      Who  calls  our  souls  from  death; 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new  creating  breath. 

2  To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine — 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One — 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

"  H*MN  31.     2u.     S.  M.  ~~~ 

1  T  ET  God  the  Maker's  Name, 
.BlA    Have  honour",  love,  and  fear; 

To  God  the  Saviour,  pay  the  same, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we,  adore; 

The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN  32.     3d.    L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'nj 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  33.     or  thus.  "" 

ALL  glory  to  the  wondrous  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love: 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb; 
And  thus  we  praise  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

HYMN  34.    3d.     C.    M.    ,  ' 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd; 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  35.     or  thus. 
ONOUH  to  the  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlasting  One; 
All  glory  4o  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son% 


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Book  II f.  HYMN  36—40. 355 

HYMN  36.     3:1.  S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

HYMN  37-     or  thus. 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son: 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

HYMN  38.     H.  M.     Allerton.     [*] 
Song  of   Praise  to  the  Blessed  Trinity. 
GIVE  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above; 
o  He  sent  his  own  I  e  To  die  for  sins, 

Eternal  Son  |      That  man  had  done, 

—  2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too; 

e  Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe: 
o  And  now  he  lives,         |      And  sees  the  fruit 
o  And  now  he  reigns.       |      Of  all  his  pains, 

—  3  To  God  the  Spirits'  name 
Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new  creating  pow*r 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 

o  His  work  completes  And  fills  the  soul 

The  great  design,  |      With  joy  divine. 

g  4       Almighty   God,  to  thee 
Be  endless  honour  done; 
The  undivided  Three 
And  the  mysterious  One. 
e  Whe re  reason  fails,        I  o  'I  here  faith  prevails, 
With  alt  her  pow'rs — |      And  love  adores. 


ryi 


HYMN  40.  H.  M. 
1^0  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise; 
And  while  our  lips       I      Our  faith  adores 
Their  tribute  bring,      I      The  name  we  sing. 


356  HYMiy  42-^45.         Book  HT> 

THE  HOSANNA, 

or,  Salvation  ascribed  to  Christ. 

HYMN  42.    L.  M. 

1  rj  OSANNA  to  king  David's  Son, 
li      Who  reigns  on  a  supei  ior  throne: 

Wc  bless  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  salvation  clown  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  sing, 

The  growing  glories  of  her  King, 

~~  HYMN  43.     C.  M.  ~" 

1  "ITOSANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  Grace: 

J.JL    Zion,  behold  thy  King; 

Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 

And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 

2  Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came; 

Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  blessings  on  his  >iame. 

HYMN  44.    S.  M. 

1  TTOSAXNA  to  the  Son 
JnL    Of  David,  and  of  God; 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down. 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Christ,  th'  Anointed  King, 
Be  enless blessings  giv'n; 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  sing, 

Who  made  our  peace  with  Heav'n. 

HYMN  45.     H.  M.  "" 

1  TJOSANNA  to  the  King, 

-1 1-     Of  David's  ancient  blood; 

Behold  he  comes  to  bring 

Forgiving  grace  from  God: 
Let  old  and  young  And  at  his  feet 

Attend  his  way,  J      Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high; 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb; 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim: 

Upon  his. head  And  ev'ry  age 

Shall  honours  rest,  Pronou  nee  him  blcsg'd. 

ejto  or  Taii  secoxd  taut. 


CHRISTIAN  PSALMODY. 

PART  III. 
HY.\OS  SELECTED  FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS, 


HYMN  1.     L.  M.     Old  Hundred.  [*] 
Being  of  God.    Ps.  civ. 
e  1  rpHERE  is  a  God— all  nature  speaks, 

A  Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies: 
»  See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 

When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 
~2  The  rising  sun  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide,  world's  extended  frame, 

Inscribes  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 
o  3  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise, 

Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art; 
e  The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 

Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 
— 4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
e  Confess  the  footsteps  of  the  God; — 
a  Bow  down  before  him — and  adore.     Steele. 

HYMN  2.    C.  M.     Tunbridge.     [b*] 
Goodness  of  God.    Nahum  i,  7. 

1  ~VrE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 

X     With  songs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 
In  him  we  live  and  move; 

o  But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 
e  3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms; 


558  HYMN  3,  4. Select. 

— 'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 

In  its  divinest  forms. 
c  4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come; 

*Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
q  A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
—5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 

With  bliss  divinely  free. 
o  6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  Love, 

WThat  honours  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above, 

Can  render  equal  praise.-  Steele. 

HYMN  5.     CM.     Mite  ham.   drundcl.     (.*] 

God  the  Creator. 
1  TjlTERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 

M-A  Thee  the  creation  sings; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heav'ns  high  palace  rings. 
g  2  Thy  hand, — how  wide  it  spread  the  sky! 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
— Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heav'nly  die, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 
3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Thro'  skies,  and  seas,  \.:id  solid  ground, 
With  terrour  and  delight. 
g  4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 
Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad; 
e  Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 

And  speak  the  builder — God. 
— 5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
e       Our  softer  passions  move; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus' face, 

We  see,  adore  and  love.  Watts. 

HYMN    4.     C.    M.     Bedford.     [*] 
Sovereignty  and  Dominion  of  God. 
a  1  "IT  EEP  silence — all  created  things, 
IIV.  And  wait  your  Maker's  nod; 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 


Select. HYMN  5. $$Q 

e  2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave — to  be. 
3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men; 
Withev'ry  angel's  form  and  size, 

Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 
— 4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 

Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  (Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms, 
To  sceptres  and  a  crown; 

And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 
Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 

Nor  dares  thefavourite angel  pry, 

Between  the  folded  leaves.) 
e  7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes; 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 
— 8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb.     Wtatts. 

HYMN  5.     L.  P    M.    St.  Hdlen's.     [*] 
God's  Name  proclaimed.    Ex.  xxxiv,  6 — §. 
1     A  TTEND,  my  soul,  the  voice  divine, 
J\.  And  mark  what  beaming  glories  shine, 
Around  thy  condescending  God! 
To  us — to  us,  he  still  proclaims, 
e  His  awful,  his  endearing  names; 
o      Attend,  and  sound  them  ail  abroad. 
d  2  "Jehovah  I,  the  sovereign  Lord, 
"The  mighty  God,  by  heav'n  ador'd, 
"Down  to  the  earth  my  footsteps  bend: 
e       "My  neart  the  tenderest  pity  know  s, 
"Goodness,  full-streaming   wide  o'u  flows 
"And  grace  and  truth  shall  never  end  . 


360  HYMN  6,  7.  Select. 

3  "My  patience  long  can  crimes  endure, 

"My  pard'ning  love  is  ever  sure, 
"When  penitential  sorrow  mourns; 

"To  millions,  thro'  unnnumber'd  years, 

"New  hope  and  new  delight  it  bears; 
e       "Yet  wrath  against  the  sinner  burns." 
o  4  Make  haste,  my  soul,  the  vision  meet, 
e  All  prostrate  at  thy  Sovereign's  feet, 
—     And  drink  the  tuneful  accents  in: 
o  Speak  on,  my  Lord,  repeat  the  voice, 

Diffuse  these  heart  expanding  joys, 
Till  heav'n  repeat  the  rapt  rous  scene. 

DODDRIDOF- 

HYMN  6.    C    M.     Colchextrr.     [*]         "~ 
Adam:    or,    the  Fall  of Man     Gen.  iii. 
1   |~4N  man,  in  his  own  image  made, 

v-f  How  much  did  God  bestow! 
The  whole  creation  homage  paid, 
And  own'dhim  Lord  below. 
o  2  He  dwelt  in  Eden's  garden,  stor'd 
With  sweets  for  ev'ry  sense; 
And  there,  with  his  descending  Lord, 
He  walk'd  in  confidence. 
e  3  But  oh!  by  sin  how  quickly  chang'd! 
His  honour  forfeited; 
His  heart  from  Gorl  and  truth,  estrang'd, 
His  conscience,  fill'd  with  dread. 
— 4  Now  from  his  Maker's  voice  he  flies, 
Which  was  before  his  joy: 
And  thinks  to  hide  amidst  the  trees, 

From  an  all-seeing  eye. 
5  Compell'd  to  answer  to  his  name; 

With  stubbornness  and  pride, 
He  cast  on  God  himself  the  blame, 
Nor  once  for  mercy  cried: 
o  6  But  grace,  unask'd,  his  heart  subdu'd, 
And  all  his  guilt  forgave: 
By  faith  the  promis'd  Seed  he  view'd, 

And  felt  the  power  to  save.  Newton. 

HYMN  7.     H.  M.    Allcrton.     [*] 
Types  of  the  Messiah.    Heb.  jv,  2. 
1  "ISRAEL  in  ancient  days, 
X    Not  only  had  a  vjew 


Select.  HVMN  8.  SGI 

Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too: 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, — 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes. 

And  once  apply'd  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 
Should  be  the  soul's  defence: 
For  he  who  can  fcr  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own 

4  The  scape-goat  on  his  head, 
The  people's  trespass  bore; 

And  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more: 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
d  "Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away." 
—    5  Dipp'd  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free: 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea — 
c  Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 

And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd.. 
o       6  Jesus,  1  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  ev'ry  age! 
— O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be, 

To  clearer  light  vouchsaf'd  to  me!        Cowpkr 

HYMN    8.     7s.     Redeeming  Love.     [*] 
Birth  of  the  Saviour. 

1  TTJARK!  the  herald  angels  sing, 
AJ-  "Glory  to  the  new  born  King! 

"Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
"God  and  sinners  reconcil'd!" 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise. 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies- 


tm  HYMN  9.  Select. 

With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 

Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

4  Veil'd  in  fi?sh — the  Godhead  see, 

Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity; 

Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 

Jesus  oar  Emmanuel  here. 
o  5  Hail  the  heav'-n-h'ora  Prince  of  Peace! 

Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
r  G  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by; 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 

Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth; 

Born,  to  give  them  second  birth.  Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN  9.     C.  M.     Bethlehem.      [*] 
Joy  of  Angels  at  the  Saviour's  Birth. 

1  "Tj^THILE  shepherds  watch  M  their  flocks  by 
f  ▼       All  seated  on  the  ground,  [  night, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
c  2  "Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  sriz'd  their  troubled  mind, 
o  "Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 

"To  you  and  all  mankind. 
b  3  "To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
"Is  born  of  D  tvid's  line, 
"The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 

"And  this  shall  be  the  sign:— < 
4  "The  heav'nly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 
"To  human  view  displayed, 
e  "All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swaddling  bands, 

"And  in  a  manger  lafd." 
— 5  Thus  spake  the  seraph;  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song: — 
s  6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
g  "Good  will  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  men, 

"3egin,  and  never  cease."  Patric  or  Tate. 
* 


Select.  HYMN  10.  IK  SC8 


HYMN  10.     C.    M.     Devizes.     [*] 
Angel's  soiig.    Luke  ii,  8 — 14. 
o  1  "SHEPHERDS, rejoice;  lift  up  your  eyes; 
C^  "And  send  your  fears  away; 
"News  from  the  region  of  the  skies — 
u       "Salvation's  born  to  day. 
e  2  "Jesus,  the  God,  whom  angels  fear, 

"Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you;  / 

— "To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
e       "But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

"Nor  royal  shining  things; 
"A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
a       "And  holds  the  King  of  kings  ! 
o  4  "Go,  shepherds,  where  the  Infant  lies, 

"And  see  his  humble  throne; 
p  "With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eves, 

"Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son/' 
— 5  Thus  Gabriel  sang — and  straight  around. 
The  heav'nly  armies  throng: 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song: — 
S  6  "Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
"Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 
"Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
"At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

Watts  Hor.  Lyr. 

H YMN     11.     8,    6  &  5.     Christmas.     [ * ]  _ 
Christmas  morn. 
o  1  T  IFT  up  your  heads  in  joyful  hope, 

jLa  Salute  the  happy  morn: 
—         Each  heav'nly  pow'r, 
o  Proclaim  the  glad  hour; 

s  Lo,  Jesus  the  Saviour  is  born! 
o  2  Ail  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

To  him  all  praise  is  due; 
o  The  promise  is  seal'd — 

The  Saviour's  reveal'd — 
And  proves  that  the  record  is  true, 
s  S  Let  joy  around  like  rivers  flow; 
Flow  on,  and  still  increase; 


364  HYMN  12.  Select. 

Spread  o'er  the  glad  earth, 
At  Emmanuel's  birth — 
For  heaven  and  earth  are  at  peace. 
e  4  Now  the  good  will  of  God  is  shewn 

Towards  Adam's  helpless  race; 
o  Messiah  is  come — 

To  ransom  his  own — 
To  save  them  by  infinite  grace. 
9  5  Then  let  us  join  the  heav'ns  above, 

Where  hymning  seraphs  sing; 
s  Join  all  the  glad  pow'rs — 

For  their  Lurd  is  ours— ■ 
Our  Prophet,  our  Priest,  and  our  King. 

Maden's  Col. 

HYMN  12.     C  P.  M.     Pilgrim,     [b] 
Infancy  of  the  Saviour. 

p  1   /~V  SIGHT  of  anguish!  view  it  near,— 

v_F    What  weeping  innocence  is  here — 

A  manger  for  his  bed! 
— The  brutes  yield  refuge  to  his  woe — 
e  Men,  worse  than  brutes,  no  pity  show, 

Nor  give  him  friendly  aid! 
©  2  Why  do  no  rapid  thunders  roll? 

Why  do  not  tempests  rock  the  pole? 
e      O  miracle  of  grace! 
•  Or  why  no  angels  on  the  wing. 

Warm  for  the  honour  of  their  king, 
e      To  punish  all  the  race! 
e  3  Tho'  now  an  Infant  bath'd  in  tears, 
o  He  call'd  to  form  the  rolling  spheres; 
g       And  seraphs  own'd  his  nod! 
e  Helpless  he  calls,  but  men  delay: — 
e  Ungrateful  sinners  disobey 

The  first  born  Son  of  God! 
—4  Say,  radiant  seraphs,  thron'd  in  light, 
o  Did  love  e'er  tow'r  so  high  a  flight? — 
C       Or  glory  sink  so  low? 
— -    This  wonder  angels  scarce  declare; 
Angels  the  rapture  scarce  can  hear, 

Or  equal  praise  bestow. 
e  5  Redemption!  'tis  a  boundless  theme; 
Thou  boundless  Mind,  our  hearts  inflame, — 

With  ardor  from  above: 


Select  HYMN  13,14.  S65 

d  Words  are  but  faint,  let  joy  express — 
Vain  is  mere  joy — let  actions  bless — 
This  pr   riigy  of   love. 

HYMN  13.    C.  M.  Arundel.  [*J 
Christ'' s  Ministry.     Luke  iv,  18,  19. 
d  1  O  ARK,— the  glad  sound!-  the  Saviour  comes 

11     The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 
— Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne — 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 
2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire, 
o  3  He  comes — the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held; 
o  The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst — 

The  iron  fetters  yield! 
o  4  He  comes— from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
o  And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind, 

To  pour  celestial  day. 
e  5  He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
o  And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
e  6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim; 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  rame.  Doddridge, 

HYMN  14.  L.  M.  Islington.     [*] 
Christ's  Example. 

1  4  ND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love? 
■Tk-  Such  let  our  conversation  be; 

The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, — 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife; 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life, 
Dd2 


366  HYMN  15,  16. Select. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind! 
How  mild — how  ready  to  forgive! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 

By  his  example  let  us  move.  Steele. 

HYMN  15.     L.  M.     Wfldon.     [*] 
Christ's  Transfiguration.  Matt,   xvii,  4. 

1  "I^THEN  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace 

*  ▼     The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 
What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest! 

2  With  thee  in  the  obscurest  cell, 

On  some  bleak  mountain  would  I  dwell; 

Rather  than  pompous  courts  behold, 

And  share  their  grandeur  and  their  gold. 
d  3  Away,  ye  charms  of  mortal  joy! 

Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ! 
o  I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine; — 
e  I  feel  his  love,  and  call  him  mine. 
— 4  On  Tabor  thus  his  servants  view'd 

His  lustre,  when  t  ran  storm 'd  he  stood; 

And,  bidding  earthly  scenes  farewell, 

Cried,  "Lord,  'tis  pleasant  here  to  dwell." 
— 5  Yet  still  our  elevated  eves 

To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise; 
o  That  grand  assembly  would  we  join, 

Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine. 
d  6  That  mount-how  bright!  those  form 3-1) ow  fair 
o  'Tis  good  to  dwell  forever  there: 
— Come,  death,  dear  envoy  of  our  C»od, 

And  bear  me  to  that  blest  abode.    Doddridge. 

"  HYMN   16.     L.  M.     Dresden.     [*] 

Christ  -weeping  uver  Jerusalem.    Luke  xix,  4t,  42. 
P'  1   XMTHA'l    venerable  sight  appears! — 

f  T    The  Son  of  God —  dissolved  in  tears!— 


Select.  HYMN   17,  5G7 

Trace,  O  my  soul,  with  sad  surprise, 

The  sorrows  of  a  Saviour's  eyes. 
e  2  For  whom,  bless'd  Jesus,  we  would  know, 

Doth  such  a  sacred  torrent  flow? 

What  brother,  or  what  friend  of  thine, 

Is  grac'd  and  mourn 'd  with  drops  divine? 
— 3  Nor  brother,  there,  nor  friend  I  see— 
d  But  sons  of  pride  and  cruelty; 

Who  like  rapacious  tygers  stood, 

Impatient,  panting  for  thy  blood. 
p  4  Dear  Lord,  and  did  thy  gushing  eyes 

Thus  stream  o'er  dying  enemies? 

And  can  thy  tenderness  forget 

The  sinner  humbled  at  thy  feet? 
e  5  With  deep  remorse  our  bowels  move, — 

That  we  have  wrong'd  such  matchless  love; 
e  Thy  gentle  pity,  Lord,  display, 

And  smiles  these  trembling  fears  away, 
— 6  Give  us  to  shine  before  thy  face, 

Eternal  trophies  of  thy  grace; 
o  W'here  songs  of  praise  thy  saints  employ, 

And  mingle  with  a  Saviour's  joy.     Doddridge. 

HYMN  17.     7s.     6/.  John's,     [b] 
Gethsemane:  or,  Jlgony  in  the  Garden.  Matt  xxvitS6 — 45, 

1  T&/f~ANY  woes  had  Christ  endur'd, 
_LtJL  Many  sore  temptations  met, 
-  Patient  and  to  pains  inur'd! 
e  But  the  sorest  trial  yet 

Was  to  be  sustain'd  in  thee, — 
a  Gloomy — sad — Gethsemane! 
e  2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night? 
d  Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 

Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God; 
p  See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see — 

Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 
e  3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt; 
— This,  through  grace,  can  be  believ'd! 
e  But  the  torments  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceiv'd: 

None  can  penetrate  through  thee— 
a  Doleful— dark— -Qethsernane. 


-63  HYMN  2^ Select. 

4  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 
c  All  my  sins  against  his  laws — 

All  my  sins  against  his  blood — 

All  my  sins  against  his  cause: — 
e  Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea! 

Hide  me,0  Gcthsemane! 
— 5  Hero's  my  claim,  and  here  alone; 

None  a  Saviour  more  car,  need; 

Deeds  of  righieousness  I've  none; 

Not  a  work  that  I  can  plead: 

Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  mo, 

Only  in  Gethsemane. 
o  6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  almighty  God  of  love, 

Prais'd  by  all  the  heav'nly  host, 

In  thy  shining  courts  above — 

We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three; 

Praise  thee  for  Gethsemane.  Hart, 

HYMN  18.  C.  M.     China,    [b] 
The  Saviour's  Death. 

e  1  XjtROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 

JT      Which  heav'n  and  earth  amaze! 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground, 

Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays? 
—2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize: 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black — 
a      Their  Maker,  Jesus — dies. 
p  3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree — 

His  all  atoning  blood! 
d  Is  this  the  Infinite? — 'tis  he — 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 
p  4  For  me — these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me — this  death  is  borne; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 

And  pointed  ev*ry  thorn. 
—5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave; 
d       Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain; 
e  O  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 

Nor  bleed — nor  die  in  vain. 


Select.  HYMN  J  9, 20.  369 

HYMN  19.     L.  M.     Carthage.    Munich,     [b*] 
It  is  finished.     John  xix,  30. 

1  TpIS  fiaish'd:  —  so  the  Saviour  cried; 

JL     And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died! 
5Tis  finish'd: — yes,  the  race  is  run, — 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd— all  that  Heav'n  decreed, 
And  all  that  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfiU'd,  as  was  design 'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd: — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
The  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd:— this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone; 

o  Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
— By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd: — Heav'n  is  reconcil'd. 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  spoil'd: 

o  Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 

Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 
— 6  'Tis  finish'd: — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  thro'  all  the  nations  round: 
s  'Tis  finish'd: — let  the  echo  fly, 

Thro'  heav'n  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

Dr,  Stennet. 

HYMN  20.  L.  M.       Dresden,     [b*] 
Christ's  Dying,  Rising,  and  Reigning. 
p  1  TJE.  dies! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 

JUL    Lo!  Salem's  daughter's  weep  around! 
a  A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 
d  A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 
e  2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two. 
For  him  who  groan 'd  beneath  your  load; 
p  He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree— 
a  The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men! 
o  But,  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
d  Jesus  the  dead — revives  againl 


0  HYMN  91,  22.  Select 


o  4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  torn';! 

Up  to  his  Father"!  court  he  flies! 
g  Cherubic  legions  guard  hitti  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 
u  5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 
n  Sing  how  he  spoilYi  the  hosts  of  hell, 
d  And  led  the  tyrant  death — in  chains. 
s  6  Say,  "Live  forever  glorious  King, 

"Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
d  Then  ask — "O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 

And  where  thy  vie 'try  boasting  graved" 
HYMN  21.     7s.     ttcdtcmhig  Love.     [*] 
Christ's  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxvi'ri,  6. 
d  1   JIARK!  the  herald  angels  say, 

I H   Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day! 
o  Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 

Let  the  gloiious  tidings  fly. 
e  2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done! 

TV  battle's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won' 

Lo!  the  fuu's  eclipse  is  o'er; 

Lo!  he  sits  in  blood  no  mere. 
— 3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 

Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell; 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 

Christ  has  open'd  Paradise. 
o  4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king, 
d  "Where,  O  .death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 
e  Ortce  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 
d  "Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 
:' — 5  What  though  once  we  perish  d  all, 

l'artn  rs  of  our  parents  fall; — 
o  Second  life  we  shall  receive, 

A.1  1  in  Christ  forever  five.  Cudworth. 

HYMN  22.    7s.    Epiphany.    [*]  N 

Christ's  Ascension. 
s  1    |[1[AIL,  the  day   that  saw  him  rise, 
JsIJL  Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes; 
r  Christ  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
o  Reascends  his  native  heaven; 


Select.  HYMN  23. 


, There  the  pompous  triumph  waits; 

e  Lift  your  hea  Is,  eter  lal  gates! 

"Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 

"Take  the  King  of  glory  in!" 
—2  Him  tho'  highest  heav'n  receives, 

Still  hQ  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 

Tho'  returning  to  his  throne, 

Still  he  calls  mankind  his  oat.. 

Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 

Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads; 

Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 

Harbinger  of  human  race. 
e  3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 

Taken  from  the  world  away, 

See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 

Ever  gazing  up  to  thee. 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight» 
— High  above  yon  azure  height, — 

Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise— 

Foll'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies, 
o  4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 

Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love; 

Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come-* 

Looking  for  a  happier  home. 
o  There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 

Partners  of  thy  endless  reign; 

There  thy  face  unclouded  see— ■ 

Find  a  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  thee. 

HYMN    23.     L.    M.     Ofiorto.     [*]  ' 
Christ's  Death,  Resurrection  and  Ascension.     A\ctsii, 
32—36. 

1  I^OME  tune,  ye  saints,  your  noblest  strains, 
\j  Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing; 

And  echo,  to  the  heavenly  plains, 
The  triumphs  of  your  Saviour  King, 

2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell, 
How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes; 
Subdu'd  the  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell 
And,  dying,  rinish'd  all  your  woes. 

3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high, 
Return'd;  while  hymning  angels  round, 
Thro'  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky, 
The  God,  the  conquering  God,  resound* 


372 HYMN   S4,  25.  Select 

4  Almighty  love,  victorious  pow'r! 
Not  angel  tongues  can  e'er  display 
The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour — 
The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 

5  Then  well  may  mortals  try  in  vain, 
In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise; 

Vet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
And  kindly  owns  our  wish  to  praise. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wondrous  grace, 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  every  tongue; 

Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face, 

Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song.  Steele, 

HYMN  24.     7s.     Redeeming   Love.     [*] 
(>hrist*3  Resurrection  and  Ascension.    Matt,   xxviii,   2. 
d  1     A  NGELS,  roll  the  rock  away! 

1\-  Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey! 
s  See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb — 

Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
u  2  Shout,  ye  seraphs;  Gabriel,  raise 

Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise; 
—Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound, 

Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 
o  3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes; 

See  the  Conqueror  mount  the  skies; 

Troops  of  angels  on  the  road, 

Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 
g  4  Heav'n  unfolds  her  portals  wide — 

Glorious  Hero,  thro'  them  ride; 

King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 

Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 
s  5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 

Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres; 

Praise  him  ia  the  noblest  songs, 

From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 
—6  Let  Emmanuel  be  ador'd — 
d  Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord; 
o  To  creation's  utmost  bound, 

Let  th' immortal  praise  resound.  Gibbons. 


HYMN  25.    8,  7,  8c  4,    Tamworth.     [*] 
Praise  to  the  Rediiemkh. 
IGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name? 


/M 


Select.  HYMN  26.  373 

l  -  •  r,Ti     ■    i : ■*, 

— Lord  of  man,  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme, 
o         Hallelujahs 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah.    Amen, 
«— 2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days! 
o  Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 

Be  thy  just,  exalted  praise.  HaU 

g  3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature^— 

(i rand  beyond  a  seraphs  thought— 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought.  HaL 
4  For  thy  providence  that  governs, 

Thro*  thine  empire's  wide  domain; 
fe  Wings  an  angel — guides  a  sparrow — 
o      Blessed  be  thy  gentle,  reign.  HaL 

e  5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  thro'  brightness  all  along! 
e  Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression,  ' 
a      Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song?  HaL 

—6  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
e       Shall  thy  praise,  unuttei'd  lit? 
d  Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence! 
o      Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die.  HaL 

e  T  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays? 
—Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 

Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise.  HaL 

8  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 
a       To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo — 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives! 
s      Flow  my  praise,  for  ever  flow.  Hal; 

o  9  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour; 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne: 
g  Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 

Hallelujah,  Ccc.  RoCinson, 

HYMN  26.     C.  M.     Marlborough.     [*] 
Coronation  of  Christ.    Cant,  iii^  11. 
1     A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
JlI.  Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 


S74 HYMN    27.  Select. 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball; 

Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
—4  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David,  Lord,  dkl  call; 
The  God  incarnate!  Man  Divine! 
o      And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 
— 5  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom 'd  from  the  fall. 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
o      And  crown  him— -Lord  of  all. 
e  6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget. 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
—Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
o      And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
7  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
g  To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him — Lord  of  all.  Duman. 

HYMN  27.     6  8c  4.     Trinity.     [*] 
Jesus  is  Kiiig.     lie  v.  xiv,    3. 
1  "1*  ET  us  awake  our  joys, 

AJ  Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice — 
Each  creature  sing; 
Angels— begin  the  song, 
Mortals — the  strains  prolong, 
In  accents,  sweet  and  strong,— 
o      "Jesus  is  King." 
—2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame— 

What  wonders  done; 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound; 
X.et  the  whole  earth  resound, 
Till  the  high  heavVs  rebound— 
"The  vicVry's  won." 


Srlort. HYMN    38. 375 

— 3   He  vanquish'd  sin  and  hell, 

And  the  last  foe  will  quell; 
e       Mourners  rejoice! 

His  dyiug  love  adore: 
o  Praise  him  now  rais'd  in  power, 

Andtriurnph  ever  more, 
With  a  glad  voice. 
o  4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 

When  thro'  ihe  heav'nly  way, 
g      Lo,  he  shall  come! 
e  While  they  who  pierc'd  him  wail, 

His  promise  shall  not  fail; 
o  Saints,  see  your  King  prevail; 
d      Come,  dear  Lord,  come!  Kingsbury. 

HYMN    28.     H.    M.     Triumfih.     [*] 
The  Kingdom  of  C/Vist.     Phil,  iv,  4. 
s  1   TJEJOICE— the  Lord  is  King! 
S\  Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voicCj 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 
2  Rejoice — the  Saviour  reigns? 

The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 
— 3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  air,  earth,  and  heaven: 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n: 
o  Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 

Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 
— 5  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 
And  every  bosom  swell, 
With  pure  seraphic  joy; 
o  Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  "the  voice, 

Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 
o  6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come — 


376  HYMN  29,  30,  Select 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home: 
g  We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice: 

The  trum'p  of  God  shall  sound — ■rejoice!  Rippon. 

HYMN  29      C.  M.     Swanwick.     [*] 

Glories  of  God  in,  Redempticn.    Isdi.  xliv,  83, 
S  1  "BLATHER — how  wide  thy  glory  shines' 

-fi.       How  high  thy  wonders  rise! 
9  Known  thro  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  thro'  the  skies. 
d  2  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 

To  save  rebellious  worms; 
p  Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join, 

In  their  divinest  forms; — 
g  3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known; 
e      Nor  dares  a  creature  goess — . 
e  Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone — 
d      The  justice  or  the  grace. 
b  4  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains: 
JJuight  seraphs  learn  Emmanuel's  name, 

And  try  tneir  choicest  strains, 
o  SO  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song! 
s  Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Watts.  Hon.  Lvn. 

HYAlis  "30.     6  &  4.    C.  M.    Bermoiidscy.   [*]~ 
Worthy  the  Lamb.     Rev.  v,  1$, 
o  1    |pLORY  to  God  on  high: 

\£     Let  heaven  and  earth  reply — 
o  Praise  ye  his  Name! 

—  His  love  and  grace  adore, 
e  Who  all  our  sorrows  here; 
-^     And  sing  for  evermore — 

o  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

—  2  All  they  around  the  throne 
o      Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  Name: 
We,  who  have  felt  his  blood, 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 


Select.  HYMN  31,  32. 377 

Sound  his  dear  name  abroad — 
o  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

—  S  Join  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 
Oar  Lord  and  God  to  bless; 

o  Praise  ye  his  name: 

o  In  him  we  will  rejoice, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise, 

o  Shouting  with  heart  and  voice — 

u  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

e  4  What  tho'  we  change  our  place — 

—  Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name: 
o       To  him  our  songs  we  bring — 
s       Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb.  Hill's  Col. 

HYMN  31.     L.  M.     Munich.  More  ton.     [*] 
Christ's  Intercession.     Heb.  vii,  25. 

1  TIE  lives— r-the  great  Redeemer  lives; 
o       m'-M.    What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives; 
— And  now  before  his  Father  God, 

Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 
e  2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  arni'd  with  frowns,  appears; 
— But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
o  Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace! 
— 3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts- 
Abo1,  e  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
o  His  powerful  intercessions  rise; 

And  guilt  recedes,  and  terrour  dies. 
e  4  In  ev'ry  dark  distressful  hour, 

When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  pow'r, 
— Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 

That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend! 

On  him  our  humble,  hopes  depend; 
o  Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jesus  pl<  ads,  and  must  prevail*.     Stf.klf. 


H 


HY:viN32.     8  8c  7.     Calvary.     [*] 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
AIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus! 
Th  u  didst  free  salvation  bring; 

Ee2 


378  HTMN  S3.  Select, 


By  thy  death  thou  didst  release  us, 
From  the  tyrant's  deadly  sting. 

2  Pajschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 
AH  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid; 

Great  High  Priest,  by  God  anointed, 
Thou  hast  full  atone  nent  made. 

3  Contrite  sinners  are  forgiven, 
Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood: 

Qpen'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  for  man  with  God. 
g  4  Jesus,  hail!  enthronM  in  glory: 
There  for  ever  to  abide; 
All  the  heav'nly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 
e  5  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 
There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  tor  us  interceding, 
Till  in  heaven  we  appear, 
o  0  G\ory,  honour,  pow'r,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
$  Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give.    Rippon's  Col*. 

HYMN  33.     7s.     Redeeming  Love.     [*] 
Redeeming  Love. 
6  \h  "jVTOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 

-  i^l     Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 
—Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 

Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  facet 
q  As  ta  Canaan  on  ye  move, 

Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 
e  3,  M  -urning  souls,  dry  up  your  tea^s, 

Banish  all  your  gu'dty  fears; 
«►.  See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 

Canceli'd  by  redeeming  love, 
e  4  Ye.  alas!-   who  long  ha^e  been 

Vyihing  slaves  of  death  and  sin!, 
tr^ow  from  bliss  no  longer  rove,    ' 

Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love., 
£  $  VVeioo i ue,  all  by  sin  oppress'4-*.. 

\YelQ'*>;ne  to  m  safcral  rest: 


Select.  HYMN  34,  35. 379 

d  Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 

Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 
o  6  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs; 

His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 

From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 

Mighty  in  redeeming  love, 
o  7  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
u  Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string; 
— Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above*— 
g  Join  to  praise  redeeming  love.     Maden's  Col, 

HYMN  34.     C.  M.     JVmdsor.     Ply  mouth.  [*] 
The  Necessity  of  Renexving  Grace, 
e  1  fLfOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

ITJ.     Unconscious  of  its  load! 
e  The  heart,  unchang'd,  can  never  rise 

To  happiness  and  God. 
p  2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 
In  paths  of  ruin  stray; 
Reason,  debased,  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 
e  3  Can  ought,  beneath  a  pow'r  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
o  'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine. 

To  form  the  heart  anew, 
— 4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise; 
And  make  the  scales  of  errour  fall, 

From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 
$  To  cliase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

Ahd  bid  the  sinner  live; 
A  be;i!n  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray— 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give, 
p  6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine! 
o  Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine! 

HYMN  35.     S.  M.     Watchman.     [*] 
Pruyer  for  the  Spirit.    John  xiv,  26, 
1   j^OxVlE,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

\J     Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds-** 

"'i'ue  darkness  trow  our  eyos< 


obu  tiiivir\   3t>.  oeieci, 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin; 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 

And  to  our  woud'i  ing  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith; 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  '  Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart- 
To  sanctify  the  soul — 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 

And  new -create  the  whole. 
q      5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 
o  Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee.  Hart. 

"  HYMN   36.     L.  M.     Carthage,     [b]  " 

Sorrow  far  Sin. 
p  1  f\  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 
Vf     O  that  I  could  at  last  submit! 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
e  2  Rest  for  my  soul  1  long  to  find: 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art — 

Give  me  thy  meek,  thy  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
— 3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  ful:y  set  my  spirit  free, 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove — 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow 'd  blood — 

The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 
d  5  I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r, 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  till  me  with  thy  perfect  peace, 
o  6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 


Select. HYMN  37,   SB. 58J 

HYMN  37.    C.  M.    Canterbury,    Wantage,    [b] 
Repentance. 

\   TTOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretc!  •  d  heart 
km.    Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word! 

2  Yet  Sov'reign  mercy  calls — "Return:" 
Dear  Lord   and  may  1  come! 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn: 
O  take  the  wanderer  h.me» 

3  And  canst  thou — wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 

And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love. 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r, 
How  glorious — how  divine! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore, 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love — so  free— -so  sweet- 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore; 

0  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more.  Steele. 

HYMN  38.    L.  M.     Armlet),     [b] 

Sinners  submitting-  to   God. 
7EAHY  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 
Hooeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er. 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 
2  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — . 
God,  who  creates,  must  seal  my  peacs; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  thy  sovereign  grace  I  shaie. 
e  3  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal, 

1  sue  my  sin,  but  cannot  ft  el; 
I  cannot,  till  thy  Spirit  blow. 
And  bid  th*  obedient  waters  flow. 

—4  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign, 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 


582  HYMN  59,  40.  Select. 

»  5  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure, 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure; 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy,  impart, 
Aitd  pour  thyself  into  my  heart. 

HYMN  39.     C.  M.     Reading,     [b  *] 
Sinner  resolving  to  go  to   Christ.    Esth.  iv,  16. 
1  riOME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

\J     A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd 
And  make  this  last  resolve: — 
a  2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
*'I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppose. 
e  3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess; 
p  "I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

"Without  his  sovereign  grace, 
o  4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 

— "Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch — 

"And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 

e  "But  if  J  perish,  I  will  pray, 

"And  perish  only  there. 
— 6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
"I  am  resolv'd  to  try; 
"For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

"I  must  for  ever  die."  Jones. 

HYMN  40.     7&6.     Clark's,     [b  *] 
The  Heart  healed  by  JHercy. 

1    OIN  enslav'd  me  many  years, 

O     And  led  me  bound  and  blind; 
Till  at  length  a  thousand  fears 

Came  swarming  o'er  my  mind. 
a  Where,  (I  said  in  deep  distress,) 

Will  these  sinful  pleasures  end? 
How  shall  I  secure  my  peace. 

And  make  the  Lord  my  friend? 


Select.  HYMN  41,  42.  383 

— 2  Friends  and  ministers, said  much, 

The  gospel  to  enforce; 
e  But  my  blindness  still  was  such, 

I  chose  a  legal  course: 
Much  I  fasted,  watch'd,  and  strove, 

Scarce  would  shew  my  face  abroad; 
e  Fear'd,  almost,  to  speak  or  move — 

A  stranger  still  to  God. 
— 3  Thus  afraid  to  trust  his  grace, 

Long  ti-ne  did  I  rebel; 
e  Till  despairing  of  my  case, 

Down  at  his  feet  I  fell: 
o  Then  my  stubborn  heart  he  broke, 

And  subdu'd  me  to  his  sway; 
By  a  simple  word  he  spoke — 
d       "Thy  sins  are  done  away."  Cowper. 

HYMN  41.     L.  M.    Islington.     [*] 
The  happy    Change. 
e  1  TN  sin,  by  blinded  passions  led, 

A    In  search  of  fancied  good  we  range; 
The  paths  of  disappointment  tread, 
To  nothing  iix'd — but  love  of  change. 

— 2  But  when  the  Holy  Ghost  imparts 
A  knowledge  of  the  Saviour's  love; 
Our  wand'nng,  weary,  restless  hearts. 
Are  then  renew'd,  no  more  to  rove. 

o  3  Now  a  new  principle  takes  place, 
Which  guides  and  animates  the  will; 

— This  love,  another  name  for  grace, 
Constrains  to  good,  and  bars  from  ill. 

o  4  By  loves  pure  light  we  soon  perceive 
Our  noblest  biiss  and  proper  end; 
And  gladly  ev'ry  idol  leave, 
To  love  and  serve  our  Lord  and  F?iend. 

HYMN  42.     L.  M.     Portugal,      [b*] 
The  Influences  of  the  Spirit  experienced.   John  xiv,16,l7 
e  1    1  VEAR  Lord—and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest, 

JL.F     In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine? 
d  Unworthy  dwelling! — glorious  Guest! 
Favours  astonishing  divine. 


348     HYMN  43. Select. 

e  2   When  sin  prevails,  and  gloomy  tear, 

And  hope  almost  expires  in  night. 

Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here 
— Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  1  ght? 
o  3  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh; 

'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 

Else  wouid  my  hopes  forever  die, 

And  ev'ry  cheering  ray  depart. 
<— 4  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  his  he'aling  v  oice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  pow'rs  rejoice, 

5  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires? 
Can  it  be  less  than  povv'r  Di\  me, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires; 

6  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
d  "I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace," 
e  Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 
— 7  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love; 
o  And  light,  and  heav'nly  peace  impart — ■ 

Sweet  earnests  of  the  joys  above.       Steele. 

HYMN   43.     8s.     Bethany.     [*] 
Power  of  Faith.    Rom.  i,  17. 

1  FTpHE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
jL     And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
o  His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
o  2  Tho'  thousnnds  and  thousands  of  foes, 

Against  him  in  malice  unite — 

Their  rage  he,  thro'  Christ,  can  oppose, 

Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 
--3  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 

Is  more  than  mere  fancy,  or  name — * 
d  The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is* 
o  4  It  treads  on  the   world,  and  on  hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair, 
e  And  what  is  still  stranger  to  tell, 
d  It  overcomes  heav'n  by  prayer* 


Select.  HTMN44,  45. $85 

o  5  It  says  to,  the  mountains,  "Depart," 

That  stands  betwixt  God  and  the  soul; 
e  It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole— 
—6  Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow  and  as  white; 
o  And  raises  tbe  sinner  on  high, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light.  Hart, 

HYMN  44.     S,  M.    Peckham.     [*} 
JPreciousness  of  Faith.     Eph.  ii,  8.     2  Pet.  i,  1. 

1  TT^AITH — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
JC     Where'er  it  is  bestow'd; 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  tile  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 
And  all-atoning  Priest; 

It  claims  no  merit  ©f  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
When  fill'd  with  deep  distress; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free: 

Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  work  this  faith  in  me.  Bedome, 

HYMN  45.     C.  M.     Jtrundel.     [*] 

Faith  encouraged  by  Ancient  Example.     Heb.  xi,  15, 
o  1  XjISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 
Xli    By  ancient  worthies  trod; 
Aspiring  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  liv'd  and  walk'd  with  God. 
-—2  Tho'  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 
And  in  example  live; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 
o  3  'Twas  thro' the  Lamb's  most  precious  bloccl, 
They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe; 
And  to  his  pow'r  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe- 
Ff 


386 HYMN  46, 47.  Select. 

— 4  Lord,  may  J  ever  keep  in  view, 
The  patterns  thou  hast  giv'n — 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 

That  led  them  safe  to  heav'n.    Needham. 

HYMN  46.  L.  M.     Ojiorto.     [*] 
The  neio  Convert. 

1  rjpiHE  new-born  child  of  gospel  grace, 

JL    Like  some  fair  tree  when  summer's  nigh, 
Beneath  Emmanuel's  shining  face, 
Lifts  up  his  blooming  branch  on  high. 

2  Nor  fears  he. feels — he  sees  no  foes — 
No  conflict  yet  his  faith  employs; 

Nor  has  he  learn'd  to  whom  he  owes 
The  strength  and  peace  his  soul  enjoys. 

c  3  But  sin  soon  darts  its  cruel  sting; 
And  comforts  sinking  day  by  day. 
What  seem'd  his  own,  a  self-fed  spring, 
Proves  but  a  brook  that  glides  away. 

— 4  When  Gideon  arm'd  his  num'rous  host, 
The  Lord  soon  made  his  numbers  less; 
And  said,  "Lest  Israel  vainly  boast, 

d  "My  arm  secur'd  me  this  success." 

e  5  Thus  will  he  bring  our  spirits  down, 
And  draw  our  ebbing  comforts  low; 

—That,  sav'd  by  grace,  but  not  our  own, 

We  may  not  claim  the  praise  we  owe.  Cowper 

HYMN  47.  C.  M.     Canterbury.     [*] 
Comforts,  True  and  False. 
1  £\  GOD,  whose  favourable  eye 

\J  The  sin-sick  soul  revives; 
Holy  and  heav'nly  is  the  joy, 
Thy  shining  presence  gives. 
e  2  Not  such  as  hypocrites  suppose, 
Who  with  a  graceless  heart. 
Taste  not  of  thee,  but  drink  a  dose^ 
Prepar'd  by  batan's  art. 
—3  Intoxicating  joys  are  theirs. 

Who,  while  they  boast  their  light, 
And  seem'd  to  soar  above  the  stars, 
Are  plunging  into  night. 


Select.  HYMN  4 S. S8T 

e  4  Luli'ti  in  a  soft  and  fatal  sleep, 

They  sin,  and  yet  rejoice; 
e  Were  they  indeed  the  Saviour's  sheep, 

Wouid  they  not  hear  his  voice? 
— 5  Be  mine  the  comforts  that  reclaim 

The  soul  from  S.itan's  powY; 
e  That  make  me  blush  for  what  I  am, 

And  hate  my  sin  the  more. 
— 6  'Tis  joy  enough,  my  All  in  All, 

At  thy  dear  feet  to  lie; 
Thou  wilt  not  let  me  lower  fall, 

And  none  can  higher  fly.  Cow  per. 

HYMN  48.     C.  M.     Mear.     [*]  , 

Zeal,  True  and  False. 
1  TJfEAL,  is  that  pure  and  heav'nly  flame, 
M-jA  The  fire  of  love  supplies; 
e  While  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 

Is  self  in  a  disguise. 
e  2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear; 
d  The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce  and  wild; 

And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 
— 3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 
He  knows  the  worth  of  peace; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Zeal  has  attain'd  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfy 'd, 
If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name; 

Nor  seeks  it  ought  beside, 
d  5  But  self,  however  well  employ'd, 

Has  it£  own  ends  in  view; 
And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cry  'd, 

"Come  see  what  I  can  do." 
— 6  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain, 

And  be  applauded  here; 
But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain, 

When  Jesus  shall  appear. 
7  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 

But  that  which  springs  from  love.    NE\yTON. 


388  HYMN  49.  50.  Select, 

, — i — _____ , , „ 

HYMN  49.     C.  M.     Abridge,     [b] 
Not  go  away  from  Christ.    John  vi/67 — 69. 
1  ^S7HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
e         if       (Alas,  what  numbers  do!) 
— Methmks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
d       "Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 
e  2  Ah,  Lord  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast 
I  fee)  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 

And  prove  like  them  at  last. 
—3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  pow'r.  1  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  !ike  me; 
e  To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee? 
—4  Beyond  a  doubt,  I  vest  assur'd. 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God; 
o  Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd, 

By  promise  and  by  blood. 
— 5  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart; 
o  No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 

And  satisfy  my  heart. 
e  6  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirr'd, 
a       'If  I  will  also  go?' 
— Yet,  Lord  relying  on  thy  word, 
d      I  humbly  answer — ^'o!  Newton. 

HYMN  50.    L.  M.     Carthage,     [b*] 
JVot  ashamed  of  Jesus.     Mark  viii,  38. 

1  ~H  ESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

«J  A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Scorn'd  be  the  tho't,  by  rich  and  poor, 
O  may  I  scorn  it  more  and  more. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  sta^r; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd   of  Jesus! — that  de.'.r  FriencJ, 
In  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


Select.  HYMN  51,  52.  389 

p  4  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — yes  I  may-— 

VVhen  I've  no  sins  to  wash  away; 

No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 

No  fear  to  quell,  no*  soul  to  save. 
—5  Till  then, (nor  is  my  boasting  vain,) 

Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 

And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me!         Grigg. 

HYMN    51.     C.   M.     Colchester.     [*] 
Inconstancy  in  Religion.    Hosea  vi,  4. 

1  TJERPETUAL  Source  of  light  and  grace, 
JL    We  hail  thy  sacred  Name: 

Through  ev'ry  year's  revolving  round, 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  all  worthless  as  we  are, 
It  wondrous  mercy  pours; 

o  Sure  as  the  heav'n's  established  course, 

And  plenteous  as  the  show'rs. 
e  3  Inconstant  service  we- repay, 

And  treach'rous  vows  renew; 
False  as  the  morning's  scatt'ring  cloud, 

Aad  transient  as  the  dew. 
p  4  In  flowing  tears  our  guilt  we  mourn, 

And  loud  implore  thy  grace 
To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 

In  all  thy  righteous  ways. 
o  5  Arm'd  with  this  energy  divine, 

Our  souls  shall  steadfast  move; 
o  And  with  increasing  transports  press, 

On  to  thy  courts  above. 
— 6  So  by  thy  pow'r  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  radient  way; 
o  Brightens  each  moment  in  his  race, 
o       And  shines  to  perfect  day.  Doddridge, 

HYMN  52.     CM.     Canterbury,     [b] 
O  that  I  were  as  in  months  past.    Job  xxix,  2. 

b  1   OWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  1  felt 
^  Tiie  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Apply'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
Ff2 


390 HYMN  53. Select. 

o  2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 
■ — 3  (In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 
The  world  no  more  could  charm; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm.) 
e  4  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine; 
^And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine, 
e  5  But  now — when  ev'ning  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns: 
And  when  the  morn,  the  light  reveals, 

No  light  to  me  returns. 
6  My  pray'r  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face; 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes— 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
—7  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail— 

O  make  my  soul  thy  care; 
o  I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, 
—    Let  me  that  mercy  share.  Newton. 

HYMN  53.     8s.     Bethany,     [b]  " 

Faith  fainting. 

e  1  TC<NCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
IlJ  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign; 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine: 
p  Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load; 

All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song. 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 
—2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrour  shall  cease; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply; 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

Tne  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
o  Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice. 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold; 
—-Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

My  groaning  tha.t  canuot  be  told. 


Select. HYMN  54. 39^ 

— 3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep; 
o  The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
— While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
d  "The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite; 

"Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more.*' 
e  4  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  has  design'd 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 

Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee? 
o  Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r: 
o  Come  succour  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power.  Rippon'sCol. 

HYMN  54.    7s.     Fairfax,     [b] 
-   Self  Examination. 

1  *npIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

A   Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought:— 
e  Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 
Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse; 
Who  have  never  heard  his  naine. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 
e  4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 

Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin — 

Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 
d  Ynu  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me — is  it  so  with  you. 
o  6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 

If  J  did  not  love  a  all! 


392  HYMN  55.  Select. 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd — 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 
■—-8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  ut>on  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 
9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day.  Newton. 

HYMN  55.     8s.     Consolation.     [*] 
The  Holy   Spirit  addressed  under  Darkness. 

1  T|ESCEND,  Holy  Spirit,  the  Dove, 
3.3     And  visit  a  sorrowful  breast; 

e  My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest; 
— Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  overwhelm'd  with  his  load; 

The  sense  of  redemption  to  give, 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  the  blood. 

2  With  me,  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 
And  kindly  withheld  me  from  sin; 
Resolv'd  by  the  strength  of  thy  love, 
My  worthless  affections  to  win; 

The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 
Invincible  me,rcy  exert, 
And  keep  my  weak  graces  alive, 
And  set  up  thy  rest  in  my  heart. 

3  If  when  I  have  put  thee  to  grief, 
And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 

Thy  goodness  has  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd; 

O  Spirit  of  pity  and  grace, 

Relit;  ve  me  again  and  restore; 

My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 

To  fail,  and  to  grieve  thee,  no  more: 
e  4  If  now  I  lament  after  God,  . 

And  pant  for  axtaste  of  his  love, — 
e  If  Jesus,  who  pour'd  out  his  blood, 

Obtain'd  m*.J  a  mansion  above; — 


Select.  HYMN   56,  57.  393 

c  Come,  heav'nly  Comforter,  come, 

Sweet  witness  of  mercy  divine! 
o  And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 

And  seal  me  eternally  thine.  RiPPOtf. 

HYMN  56.     L.  M.     Sicilian.     [*  b] 
Pr\ayer  answered  hy  Crosses. 

1  "J"  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
A    In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace; 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  prayer; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 

As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour 'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request; 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  powV, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

e  4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart; 
And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

a  5  Yea,  more — with  his  own  hand  he  seemM 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'ds 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

e  6  Lord,  why  is  this?  I  trembling  cry'd, 
Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death? 

d  "'Tis  in  this  way  (the  Lordreply'd,) 
"I  answer  pray'r  lor  grace  and  faith, 
7  "These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
"From  self,  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free, 
"And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me."  Newton. 

HYMN  57.    L.  M.    PleyeVs,     [*] 
Inconstancy  lamented. 
1  TfcEAR  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be, 

3l3     That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee? 
When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace? 


HYMN  58,  59.  Select. 


e  2  Here  I  repent,*&nd  sin  again, 

Sometimes  revive,  sometimes  am  slain; 
Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart, 
Which,  oh!  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 

— 3  When,  gracious  Lord,  w.hen  shall  it  be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee — 

o  The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 

And  feast  on  thine  eternal  lover*    DorringtoN, 

HYMN  58.     L.  M.     Bath,     [b  *] 
Conflict  between  Sin  and  Holiness.     Gal.  v,  17. 

1  X17HAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within — 
T  ▼     Imperfect  grace,  remaining  sin! 

Not  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 

Tho'  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail. 
e  2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die— . 
o  Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high; 
o  Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 
e  Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 
o  "3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 

Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies; 

When  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight, 

To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light. 
e  4  Scarce  a  few  hours  or  minutes  roll, 

Ere  earth  reclaims  my  captive  soul; 
— I  feel  its  sympathetic  force, 

And  headlong  urge  my  downward  course. 
e  5  How  short  the  jo)s  thy  visits  give! 

How  long  thine  absence.  Lord,  I  grieve! 

What  clouds  obscure  my  rising  sun, 

Or  interrupt  its  rays  at  noon! 
— 6  Great  God,  assist  me  through  the  fight, 

Make  me  to  triumph  in  thy  might; 

Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise, 

The  vict'ry  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

Cruttendon. 

HYMN  59.     C.  M.     Tunbridge.     [*] 
Watchfulness  and  Prayer- 

e  1     4  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise!     - 

J\     What  snares  beset  my  wayj 
—To  heaven  then  Jet  me  lift  my  eyes,, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 


Srlrct.  HYMN  60. 


p  2  How  oft  my  mournful  tho'ts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tearsi 
e  My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain! 
e       How  strong  my  foes  and  fears! 
— 3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
c      Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
— 4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
e      Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
— 5  When  strong  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside; 
6  My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart — 

My  guardian  and  my  guide. 
—6  Still  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
o       And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 
— And  never  let  me  go  astray, 

From  happiness  and  thee.  Steele. 

HYMN  60.     8,  7&4.     Helmsley.     [*] 
Hope  encouraged.    Ps.  xlii,  5. 
e  1   £\  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness? 

\3    Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down?. 
o  Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone: 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 
— 2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations, 
Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay; 
o  Thou  shalt  conquer — 

Thro'  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
«— 3  Tho'  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within; 

o  Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

But  will  save  from  heal  and  sin: 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 
—4  Tho'  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road> 


S96  HYMN  61.  62.  Selrct. 

f  His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee; 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God! 
Therefore  praise  him-— 

Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
— 5  O  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heav'nly  host  above, 
o  Who  forever  bow  before  him, 

And  unceasing  sing  his  love! 
o  Happy  songsters! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join?     Fawcf.tt. 

HYMN  61.    C.  M.     Bedford.     [*] 
Lively  Hope  arid  gracious  Fear. 

e  1  T  WAS  a  grov'ling  creature  once, 

A     And  basely  cleav'd  to  earth; 
I  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 

The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 
—2  But  God  lias  breath'd  upon  a  worm,    ' 

And  sent  me  from  above, 
Wings  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form, 

The  wings  of  joy  and  love, 
o  3  With  these,  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 

And  there  delighted  stand; 
To  view,  beneath  a  shining  sky, 

The  spacious  promis'd  land. 
o  4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain 

Has  promis'd  it  to  me: 
The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain, 

As  far  as  ftiith  can  see. 
— 5  How  glorious  is  my  privilege! 

To  thee  for  help  I  call; 
c  I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 

O  save  me,  lest  I  fall! 
—6  Tho'  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own; 
e  Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 
o       And  none  shall  cast  me  down.     Cowper. 


HYMN  62.    L.  P.  M.     Sheffield.     [*] 
Assurance.    Jer.  xxxi,  S. 
ESLTS,  I  know,  hath  died  for  me, — 
This  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest' 


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Select.  HYMN  63. 397 

Hither  when  hell  assails,  I  flee, 

And  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast: 
o  Away,  sad  doubts,  and  anxious  fear— 
e  Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

2  Tho*  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 
e  Tho'  strength,  and  health,  and  friends,  be  gone, 

Tho'  joys  be  wither'd  all,  and  dead, 

And  every  comfort  be  withdrawn; 
g  Steadfast  on  this  my  soul  relies — 

Father  thy  mercy  never  dies. 
— 3  Fix'd  on  this  rock  will  I  remain, 
e  When  heart  shall  fail,  and  flesh  decay; 
g  A  rock  which  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away! 
s  Mercy's  full  pow'r  I  then  shall  prove, 

Lov'd  with  an  everlasting  love!  Lyndall. 

HYMN  63.     L.  M.     Psalm  97th.     [b]        "' 
Christy  the  Believer's  Ark.     1  Pet.  iii,  20,  21, 

1  HHHE  deluge,  at  the  Almighty's  call, 

X    In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell! 
Swallow'd  the  mountains  in  is  rage, 
And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  heii. 

2  In  vain  tjie  tallest  sons  of  pride 
Fled  from  the  close-pursuing  wave; 
Nor  could  their  mightiest  tow'rs  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save. 

e  3  How  dire  the  wreck!  how  loud  the  roar: 

How  shrill  the  universal  cry— 

Of  millions  in  the  last  despair— 

Re-echo'd  from  the  low 'ring  sky. 
e  4  Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint, 

Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 

Sat  in  his  ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  through, 
o  5  So  may  I  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall; 

Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  tix'd, 

Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 
— 6  Enter  thine  ark,  while  patience  waits, 

Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat; 
o  Then  the  wide  flood  that  buries  earth, 

Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 
Go 


398  HYMN  64,  65.  Select. 

s  7  Nor  wreck  nor  ruin  there  is  seen; 
There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls; 
But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne, 
Seals  endless  life  to  all  their  souls.  Doddridgf. 

HYMN   64.    8  &  7.    Kmmaua.     [*] 

Christ,  a  Friend  closer  than  a  Brother.    Prov.  xviii,  2A. 

•1  i'YNE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

^Lr     Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end: 

They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 

Find  it  everlasting  love. 
o  2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  their  blood? 
o  But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us, 

Reccncil'd  in  him  to  God: 
o       This  is  boundless  love  indeed! 

Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 
c  3  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
■ — Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same: 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 

And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 
e  4  Oi\  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas!  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above: 
o      But  when  home  our  souls  are  bro't, 

We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought.     Newton. 

HYMN  65.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.  Mear.     [b] 
Manna,  or  Daily  Supply.    Exod.  xvi,  18. 

ANNA  to  Israel  well  supply 'd 
The  want  of  other  bread; 
While  God  is  able  to  provide, 

His  people  will  be  fed. 
2  Of  his  kind  care,  how  sweet  a  prcof! 

It  saiteci  ev'ry  taste: 
Who  gather'd  most  had  just  enough, 
Enough  who  gather'd  least. 


Select  HYMN  06,_6r. 399 

o  3  '  lis  still  our  gracious  Lord  provides, 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares; 
His  own  unerring  hand  provides, 

And  gives  us  each  our  shares. 
e  4  He  knot's  how  much  the  weak  can  bear, 

And  helps  them  when  they  cry; 
o  The  strongest  have  no  strength  to  spare, 

For  such  iie'Il  strongly  try. 
— 5  Daily  they  saw  the  manna  come, 

And  cover  all  the  ground; 
But  what  they  try'd  to  keep  at  home, 

Corrupted  soon  was  found. 
e  6  Vain  their  attempts  to  store  it  up; 

This  was  to  tempt  the  Lord: 
o  Israel  must  live  by  faith  and  hope, 

And  not  upon  a  hoard.  Newton. 

HYMN  66.    C.  M.     York.     [*] 
Joys  of  Saints.     "Neh.  ix,  10. 

1    "FOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow, 

9j     In  nature's  barren  soil; 
e  All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 

Is  vanity  and  toil. 
—2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  made  his  glories  known;— 
o  There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace, 

Are  found — and  there  alone. 
c  3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 
—     A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, — 
o  ,A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
o      Give  joys  like  those  above. 
— 4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine — 
o  Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 

Unspeakable,  divine! 
— 5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind; 
o  Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high. 

And  leave  the  world  behind.  New  tow 


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HYMN  67.     CM.     Hymn  2d.     [*] 
Walking  -with  God.     Gen.  v,  '24. 
1  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame; 


400 HYMN  68. Select. 

And  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 
#  2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul  refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 
—3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still! 
e  But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 

The  world  can  never  fill. 
— 4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
What  e'er  that  idol  be — 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 

o  And  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb.  Cowper. 


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HYMN  68.     C.   M.    Abridge.     [*] 
light  Shining  out  of  Darkness, 
OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 

Of  never-failing  skill; 
.He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will, 
o  3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
With  blessings  on  your  head. 
—4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
e  Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
o      He  hides  a  smiling  face. 


Select.  HYMN  69,  70. 40} 

— 5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
e  6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
o  God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Cowpkr. 

HYMN  69.     L.  M,     St.  Ami's,     [b] 
Afflictions  sanctified  by  the    Word. 
1   f\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  word, 

v>r     Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way; 

1  think  upon  it  ail  the  day, 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth? 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health?— 
What  are  alljoys,  compar'd  with  those, 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows? 

e  3  Long  unaffiicted,  undismay'd, 

In  pleasure's  path,  secure  I  stray'd: 
— Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod^ 
o  And  straight  I  turn'd  unto  my  God. 
e  4  What  tho'  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart— 
o  I  bless  thine  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart; 
e  It  taught  my  tears  a  while  to  flow, 
o  But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  woe. 
e  5  Oh!  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 

Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd; 

And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid, 

Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 
o  6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God» 

And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode; 

Where,  in  thy  presence,  fully  blest. 

Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  res:.     Cowpkr, 

HYMN  70.     C.  M.     Barby,      [*] 
Sttbmissitm . 

t   g~|  LORD,  my  best  desire  fulfd, 

v"  And  help  me  to  resign,  .    _ 

Life,  health,  and  comfort  xothy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine, 
Gg2 


402 HYMN  71. Sdcct. 

c  2  Why  should  I  shrink,  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand. 

That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

—3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee; 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 
4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think.  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 
o  5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way; 
e      Shall  I  resist  them  both? 
e  A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day? 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth! 
— 6  But  ah!  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 

Drives  all  these  thoughts  away,        Cowper. 

HYMN  71.     C.  M.     Bedford.      [*b] 
Resignation.    It  is  the  Lord,     i  Sam.  iii,  18. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord — enthron'd  in  light, 
JL    Whose  claims  are  all  divine; 

Who  has  an  undisputed  right, 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  Tt  is  the  Lord— who  governs  all— 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease; 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recal 

Whatever  part  he  please. 
e  3  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust, 

Or  contradict  his  will? 
— Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 

And  must  be  righteous  still. 
4  It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load, 
o  From  whom  assistance  I  obtain, 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 
— 5     It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise—.    " 
©  Matter,  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever  growing  praise* 


Select.  HYMN  73,  73. 403 

— 6  It  is  the  Lord — my  cov'nant  God, 
o      Thrice  blessed  be  his  Name, 

Whose  gracious  promise,  sectl'd  with  blood, 

Must  ever  be  the  same. 
o  7  His  cov'nant  will  my  soul  defend, 

Should  nature's  self  expire; 
g  And  the  great  Judge  of  all  descend 

In  awful  flaming  fire.  Green, 

HYMN  72.    C.  M.     Tunbridge.      [*■] 
Self-denial:  or,  Bearing1  (he  Cross.     Mark  viii,  3S„ 
e  1  TT|IDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 
JLr  And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be? 
—2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 
And  make  me  truly  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 
©  3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 
And  treat  me  with  disdain; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain, 
o  4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  resign; 
Let  Wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 

And  I'll  no  more  repine.  KlRHAUti 

HYMN  73.     C.  M.    Reading.    [*] 
Contentment.    Phil,  iv,  11. 

1  TMERCE  passions  discompose  the  mind, 
jl    As  tempests  vex  the  sea; 

But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 
When,  Lord,  we  trust  in  thee. 

2  In  vain  by  reason,  and  by  rule, 
We  try  to  bend  the  will; 

For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school, 
Can  learn  the  heav'nly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 
His  gracious  words  to  hear; 

Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 


404 HYMN  74. Select, 

4  "Art  thou  a  sinner,  soul?"  he  said, 
"Then  how  canst  thou  complain? 

"How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weigh 'd 
"With  everlasting  pain! 

5  "If  thou  of  murm'ring  would'st  be  cur'd, 
"Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine; 

"Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endur'd — 
"And  thou  wilt  not  repine. 

6  "'Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 
"And  I  do  all  things  well; 

"Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spot, 
"And  rise  with  me  to  dwell. 

7  "In  life  my  grace  shall  strength  supply, 
"Proportion'd  to  thy  day; 

"At  death  thou  still  shalt  find  me  nigh, 
"To  wipe  thy  tears  away." 

8  Thus  I,  who  once  my  wretched  days, 
In  vain  repining  spent; 

Taught  m  my  Saviour's  school  of  grace,"1 

Hare  learned  to  be  content.  Cowper. 

HYMN  74.     C.  IVI.     St.    Jinn's.      [*] 
The  Lord  will  Provide.     Gen.  xxii,    14. 

1  njlHE  saints  should  never  be  dism  ay'd, 

m.    Nor  sink  in  hopeless  fear; 
For  when  they  least  expect  his  aid, 
The  Saviour  will  appear. 

2  This  Abrah'am  found:  he  rais'd  the  knife, 
d      God  saw,  and  said,  'Forbear; — 

«Yon  ram  shall  yield  his  meaner  life: 
'Behold  the  victim  there/ 
— 3  Once  David  seem'd  Saul's  certain  prey; 
d       But  hark!  the  foe's  at  hand: 
•—Saul  turns  his  arms  another  way, 
-  To  save  th*  invaded  land. 
4  Waen  Jonah  sunk  beneath  the  wave. 
He  thought  to  rise  no  more; 
o  But  God  preparM  a  fish,  to  save, 

And  bear  him  to  the  shore. 
— o  Blest  proofs  of  pow*r  and  grace  divine, 
That  meet  us  in  his  word! 
M^y  ev'ry  deep  felt  care  of  mine, 
Be  trusted  with  the  Lord. 


Select.  HYMN  75,  76.  405 


6  Wait  for  his  seasonable  aid, 

And  though  it  tarry,  wait: 
The  promise  may  be  long  delay'd; 

But  cannot  come  too  late. Cowper'. 

HYMN  75.    Ii.   M.    Allerton.     [*] 
The    Lord  my  Banner.    Exod.  xvii,  15. 
e  1       T>Y  whom  was  Dav'd  taught 
J3  To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought, 
And  laid  the  Gittite  low? 
—No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 

But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 
o      2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 
Who  sent  him  to  the  fight; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 
And  skill  to  aim  aright: 
— Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 

Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 
e      3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 
To  storm  the  invader's  camp,— 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 
A  pitcher  and  a  lamp? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known; 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 
o      4  Oh!  I  have  seen  the  day, 
When  with  a  single  word — 
God  helping  me  to  say, 
e       'My  trust  is  in  the  Lord,' — 
o  My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes, 

Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 
e      5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride- 
How  often  do  they  steal 
My  weapons  from  my  side! 
o  Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end.  Cowper. 

HYMN  76.     C.  M.     York.     [*] 

The  Lord  that  healeth.    Exod.    xv. 

1  TTEAL  us,  Emmanuel; — here  we  are, 

-O. Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch: 
Deep  wounded  souls  to  thee  repair; 
e      And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 


406    HYMN  77. Select 

— 2  Onr  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 

We  faintly  trust  thy  word; 
e  But  wiit  thou  pity  us  the  less? — 
d       Be  that  far  from  thte,  Lord! 
— 3  Remember  him  who  once  applied, 

With  trembling  for  relief; 
d  "Lord,  I  believe,"    * UK  tears  he  cried; 

"O  help  my  unbelief.'* 
— 4  She  too  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtues  stole, 
d  Was  answer'd  "Daughter,  go  in  peace; 

Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 
— 5  Concealed  amidst  the  gath'ring  throng, 

She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  view; 
And  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 

Had  some  misgivings  too. 
6  Like  her  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may; 
e  Oh!  send  us  not  despairing  home — 

^cn<\  none  unheal'd  away.  Cowper. 

HYMN  77.     L.  M.     Jrmlqj.     [*] 
The  Lord  send  Peace.    Judg.  vi,  24. 

e  1    TESUS,  whose  blood  so  freely  stream'd, 

«l    To  i,ausfy  the  law's  demand  — 
o  Bv  thee  in-'.n  guih  and  wrath  redeem'd, 

Before  the  Father's  face  wc  stand. 
— 2  To  reconcile  offending  man, 

Mijke  justice  drop  her  angry  rod! 
e  What  creature  would  have  form'd  the  plan;" 

Or  whomlfilik,  but— a  God? 
—3  No  drop  remains  of  all  the  curse. 

For  wret  :hes  who  deserv'd  the  whole; 

No  arrows  dipt  in  wrath  to  pierce 

The  guilty,  but  returning  soul. 
e  4  Peace   by  such  means,  so  dearly  bought. 

What  rebel  could  have  hop""d  to  see? 

e — by  his  injur'd  Sov 'reign  wrought— 

His  S  >v'reign  faslen'd  to  the  tree! 
— 5  Now,  Lord,  thy  feeble  worm  prepare; 

For  strife  with  earth  and  hell  begins; 

Confirm  and  gird  me  for  the  war; 

They  hate  the  soul  who  hates  his  sins- 


Select,  HYMN  78,  79. 407 

e  6  Let  them  in  horrid  league  agree! 

They  may  assault,  they  may  distress; 
o  But  cannot  quench  thy  love  to  me, 

Nor  rob  me  of  the  Lord  my  peace.       Cowper. 

HYMN  78.     C.  M.     Hymn  2d    Sunday.     [*]""" 

Thankfulness  for  Providential  Goodness. 
1   VftTHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
f  T     My  rising  soul  surveys; 
o  Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

«~-2  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd 

And  all  my  wants  redress'd, 

Wnen  in  the  siient  womb  1  lay, 

Or  hung  upon  the  breast. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear; 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 
e  4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
9  Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
5  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou. 

With  health  renew 'd  my  face; 
o  And  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
o      Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace. 
o  6  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
e  Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
—7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
o  And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew, 
o  8  Through  all  eternity — to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise; 
e  For  O,  eternity's  too  short, 

To  utter  all  thy  praise.  Addison, 

HYMN  79.     C.    M.     Sioanivick.     [*] 
Bncourageme?it  to  trust  and  love  God.    Psalm  xxxiv. 
1  rpiiROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
X.  In  trouble  and  in  joy. 


408 HYMN  80. Select. 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
o  2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  who  are  distress'd, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 
o  3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just: 
Protection  he  affords  to  all, 

Who  make  his  Name  their  trust, 
—4  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 
Experience  will  decide, 
How  bless'd  are  they,  and  only  they,v    / 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 
e  5  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear: 
o  Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 

Your  wants  shall  be  his  care.  Tate. 

HYMN  80.    8  &  f.    Love  Divine.    [*] 
Grateful  Recollection.    1  Sam.  vii,    12. 
1  |^10ME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 

\j  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
o  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
o  Praise  the  mount, — I'm  fix'd  upon  it— 
u      Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
—2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thine  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
c  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
o  He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 
e  3  O!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be! 
•—Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 
c  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it- 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love— 


Select. HYMN  81. 409 

d  Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above.         Robinson. 

HYMN  81.    8s    Consolation.    [*] 
Excellencies  of  Christ. 

1  JTIOW  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth? 
tl.  How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare? 

O  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 

Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are? 
o  His  angels  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne, 

How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace:— 
e  No!  this  is  a  myst'ry  unknown. 
g  2  In  him  all  the  fulness  of  God 

For  ever  transcendently  shines; 
e  Though  once  like  a  mortal  he  stood, 

To  finish  his  gracious  designs: 
p  Though  once  he  was  nail'd  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free; 
— His  glory  sustained  no  loss, 
g  Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 
— 3  His  wisdom,  his  love,  and  his  pow'r, 

Seem'd  then,  with  each  other  to  vie; 
c  When  sinners  he  stoop'd  to  restore, 
p  Poor  sinners  condemned  to  die! 
d  He  laid  all  his  grandeur  aside, 

And  dwelt  in  a  cottage  of  clay: 

Poor  sinners  he  lov'd,  till  he  died, 

To  wash  their  pollution  away. 
— 4  O  sinner,  believe  and  adore, 

The  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem; 

No  creature  can  ever  explore 

The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him: 
d  Come,  all  ye  who  see  yourselves  lost, 

And  feel  yourselves  burden'd  with  sins, 

Draw  near,  while  with  terrour  you're  tossM; 

Believe—and  your  peace  shall  begin, 
— 5  Now,  sinner,  attend  to  his  call, 
d  "Whoso  hath  an  ear  let  him  hear!" 
— He  promises  mercy  to  all, 

Who  feel  their  sad  wants,  far  and  near; 
o  He  riches  has  ever  in  store, 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste; 
Hh 


410 HYMN  82,  83.  Select, 

9  Here's  pardon,  here's  grace,  yea,  and  more— « 
u  Here's  glory  eternal  at  last.        Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN    82.    L.  M.    Armley.     [*] 
Ml  Good  in  Chiust. 

1  rpHOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

JL  My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend;—* 
e  And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah!  whither  shall  I  go — 
A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe, 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford? 

—3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives; 
o  Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 
—4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 
e  While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  caH: 
o  One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 

My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 
—5  Thy  Name,  my  inmost  pow'rs  adore; 
o  Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 
d  Depart  from  thee;— 'tis  death — 'tis  more, 

'Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair! 
e  6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie; 
-'     Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine; 
— Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
o  For  life,  eternaUife  is  thine.  Steele. 

~*  HYMN  -S3.    L.  M.    Leeds.    [*]  ' 

Temptation:  or,  Safety  i?i  the  Storm. 
d  1  IHpHE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
1.    Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 
e  My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 
—2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform; 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  stormi 

Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
d  Control  the  waves— say,  "Peace — be  still!" 
—3    Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hoptson  thee; 


Select.  HYMN  84,  85.  41t 

1 ^«mn—  «^i     m  „ 

Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 

Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair, 
e  4  Dangers  of  ev'ry  shape  and  name, 

Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 

And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 
— 5  TW  tempest-toss'd  and  half  a  wreck, 

My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek; 
o  Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  rain, 

Force  back  my  shatter'd  bark  again.    Cowperv 

HYMN  84.    7s.    Hotham.      [*]" 
Christ,  the  Refuge  from  the  Storm.    Deu"l.    xxxiii,"  27, 

1  XESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
t5   Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  nigh! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last? 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soal  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah!  leave- me  not  alone— - 
Still  support  and  comfort  me, 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint,  • 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

_  Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

HYMN  85.    H.  M.    Mlerton. 
Jesus,    the  Pilot.    Luke  viii,  22. 
1    TESUS,  at  thy  command, 

*J   I  launch  into  the  deep; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep: 


412  HYMN  86.  Select. 

-  —  ■  ■    ^ 

For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 

And  sail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thine; 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilojt  wise; 
My  compass  is  thy  word; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord! 

I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  pow'r, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 
Through  all  my  passage  lie; 

Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye: 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 
o      4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast. 

0  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more! 

e      5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  and  winds  subside; 
Lord  to  my  succour  fly, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side: 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 
o      6  Come,  heav'nly  Wind,  and  blow 
A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
To  waft  me  from  below, 
To  heav'n,  my  destin'd  place: 
s  Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world,  and  sin,  behind. 

Huntingdon. 

ixYMN  86.     L.  M,     Castle  Street.     [*] 
My  Redeemer  liveth.    Job   xix,  25. 

1  44T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives;" 

JL  What  comforts,  this  sweet  sentence  gives, 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever  living  head! 

2  He  lives — triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives — eternally  to  save; 

He  lives — all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives — exalted  there  on  high. 


Select. HYMN  87. 415 

3  He  lives — to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives — to  plead  for  me  above; 

He  lives — my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives — to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives— *  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives — to  guide  me  with  his  eye; 
He  lives — to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives — to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives — to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives — to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears; 
He  lives — to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives — all  blessings  to  impart. 

6  Pie  lives — my  kind,  wise  heav'nly  Rriend., 
He  lives — and  loves  me  to  the  end; 

He  lives — and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives — my  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 

7  He  lives — and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives — and  I  shall  conquer  death! 
He  lives — my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives — to  bring  me  safely  there. 
o  8  He  lives — all  glory  to  his  name! 

He  lives — my  Jesus,  still  the  same: 
e  O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
o  *'I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives?"      Medley. 

'  HYMN  87.    7s.    Fairfax.     [*]  "* 

Life  and  Strength  in  Christ. 

1  QON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant, 
O  Still  supply  my  ev'ry  want; 

Tree  of  life,  thine  influence  shed, 
With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 

2  Tenderest  branch,  alas!  am  I, ' 
Wither  without  thee,  and  die; 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy; 

O  confirm  my  soul  in  thee! 

3  Unsustain'd  by  thee,  I  fall 
Send  the  strength  for  which  I  call: 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend; 
-Lave  me,  save  me  to  the  end! 

Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise.      Madam's  Col. 
Hh2 


414 HYMN"  88,  89.  Select. 

HYMN  88.    L.  M.     Castle  Street.     [*] 
Jehovah-Jesus. 

1  "VflY  sang  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 
If  J.  My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode; 
d  T/iee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 

The  great  Supreme,  t\y  mighty  God. 
—* 2   vVituout  beginning,  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense; 
g  Eternal  ages  saw  Him  shine — 

He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 

e  3  As  much  when  in  the  manger  laid, 
o  Almighty  ruler  of  the  sky; 
— As  when  the  six  day's  work  he  made 
o  Fill'd  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 
w-4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears 

Salvation  is  his  dearest  claim; 

That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  he  hear: , 

And  owns  Emmanuel  for  uis  name. 
0  5  A  cheerful  confidence  1  feel, 

My  well  plac'd  hopes  with  joy  I  see; 

My  bosom  glows  with  heav 'njy  zeal, 

To  worship  him  who  died  for  me. 
e  6  As  man,  he  pities  my  complaint; 
o  His  pow'r  and  cruth  are  all  divine; 
— He  will  not  fail,  he  c  innot  faint, 
g  Salvation's  Sun,  and  must  be  mine.       Cowff/r. 

HYMN   89.     L.  M.     Leeds.     [*] 

Assurance  in  Christ  our  Righteousness*    Isa.  xiv,  2i* 

Jei\   xxiii,  6. 

1    TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
•I    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
0  "Midst flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 

With  joy  shad  I  lift  up  my  ht:ad. 
e  2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 

To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies; 
— S'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea — 
d  "Jesus  hath  liv'd — and  dy'd  for  me!" 
—3  Bolu  shad  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 

For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 

Fully,  through  thee  absolv'd  I  am, 

From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  sham?; 


Select.  HYMN  90,  91.  415 

4  Thus  Abraham  the  friend  of  God, 

Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
o  Saviour  of  sinners,  thee  proclaim — 
e  Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 
— 5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 

When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years; 

No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue; 

The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 
o  6  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice; 
o  Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice; 
— Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
g  "Jesus  the  Lord  our  righteousness." 

Wesley. 

HYMN    90.     C.  M.    Arundel.     [*]  ' 

Holy  Fortitude:  or,  the  Christian  Soldier. 

1     4  Mia  soldier  of  the  cross? 

JTjL  A  follower  of  the  Lamb! 
c  And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to-speak  his  name? 
—2  Must  I  be  carry 'd  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease? 
e  Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

Aud  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 
— 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
e  Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God? 
o  4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  1  would  reign; 
e       Increase  my  courage  Lord; 
u  I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pa*m, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
,   5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Snail  conquer,  though  they  die; 
0  'They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
o  6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies — 
g      Tne  glory  shall  be  thine.  Watts. 

HYMN    91.    8.  7  &  4.     Tarmvorth.     [*] 

God  the  Pilgrim's   Guide.    Ps.    xlviii,  14.      l 
1   /^UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
U  Pilgrim  thro'  this  barren  land; 


415 HYMN  92. Select. 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand: 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow;. 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  Deliv'rer? 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
c  3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 
9  Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises — 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee.  Robinson. 

~~  HYMN  92.     L.  P.  M.     Devotion.     [*] 
The  Christian" 's  Shepherd.    Ps.  xxiii. 

1  PTHHE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
1.   And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 

His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 

And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye; 

My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 

And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
e  2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 

Or  on  the  thirsty  mountains  pant, 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 

My  weary  wand'ring  steps  he  leads; 

Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  sjovv, 

Amid  the  verdant  landscapes  flow. 
e  3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way. 

Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray;  • 

— His  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
o  The  barren  wilderness  shall  smite* 

With  lively  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 

And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
o  4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  i  tread, 

With  gloomy  horrours  overspread, 
o  My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 

For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still; 

Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
.  And  guide  me  thro'  the  dismal  suade.  Addison 


Select  HYMN  93,  94. 417 

HYMN  93.    L.  M.     Ofiorto.    [*] 
Ministry  oj  Angels.    Ps.  xci,  11. 

1   QEE,  Gabriel  swift  descends  to  earth, 
^  Glad  to  foretel  a  Saviour's  birth; 

Hark! — a  full  choir  of  angels  sing, 

The  new-born  Saviour,  and  the  Ring. 
e  2  Behold  these  swift- wing'd  envoys  wait 

On  Jesus,  in  his  humble  state; 
p  The  desert  and  the  garden  prove 

Their  glowing  zeal,  their  tender  love, 
o  3  They  saw  the  Conquerer  mount  on  high, 

To  glorious  worlds  beyond  the  sky; 

Escorted  by  a  shining  band, 

To  take  his  place  at  God's  right  hand. 
—4  Still  are  these  glorious  hosts  above 

Employ'din  messages  of  love; 

On  saints  below  they  cheerful  wait, 

Nor  think  the  work  beneath  their  state. 

5  Jesus,'  my  Lord,  my  living  Friend, 

May  these  thy  servants  me  attend, 

Thro'  life;  and  when  I  quit  this  clay, 
o  Safe  to  thine  arms  my  soul  convey.    Need  ham. 

HYMN  94.    C.  M.     Devizes.     [*] 
Servants  of  God  always  saje. 
1  TTOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd  O  Lord, 
XX  How  sure  is  their  defence! 
o  Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 
— 2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care; 
Thro'  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 
e  3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne; 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
o  They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  save. 
— 4  The  storm  is  laid — the  winds  retire, 
Obedient  to  thy  will: 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command* 
At  thy  command  is  still. 


418 HYMN  95,  96.  Select 

e  5  In  'midst  of  clangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore; 
•  We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past; 
e      And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
— 6  Onr  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
o      Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee.  Addison 

HYMN  95.    C.    M.    PleyeVa.     [*] 
Confidence  and  joy  in  God.    Hab.   iii,  17,  IS, 
ell  LTHO'  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
J\.  Altho'  the  olive  yield  no  oil; 
The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  delude  the  tiller's  toil; — 
2  Altho'  the  stall  no  herd  afford, 
p      And  perish  all  the  bleating  race; 
o  Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
s      The  God  of  my  salvation  praise, 
e  3  Tho'  comfortless  my  soul  remain, 

And  not  a  gleam  of  light  appear; 
a  Tho' joy  be  sought,  and  sought  in  vain, 

And  tho'  despair  itself  be  near; — 
p  4  Altho'  assurance  all  be  lost, 

And  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see; 
o  Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
g      And  glory  that  he  died  for  me.  Wesley. 

HYMN  96.     C.  M.    Zion.    [*] 
Christ  the  Believer's    Song. 
6  1  FinHOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 

JL   We  love  to  hear  of  thee; 
— No  musick's  like  thy  charming  name, 

Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 
e20  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy  to  us  speak; 
9  And  in  oup  Priest  will  we  rejoice, 

Thou  great  Melchisedeck. 
— 3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay; 

0  We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name,, 

When  all  things  else  decay. 


Select  HYMN  97,  98. 41$ 

— 4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  the  favour'd  throng; 
s  Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 

And  Christ  shall  be  our  song.  Madan's  Col. 

HYMN  97.    7s.     St.  John's.     [*] 
Adieu  to  the  vain  World. 

d  1  TTjTORLD,  adieu  thou  real  cheat; 
▼  ▼     Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 

Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 

Foolish  hopes  and  false  alarms: 
— Now  I  see  as  clear  as  day, 

How  thy  follies  pass  away. 
e  2  Vain,  thy  entertaining  sights: 

False,  thy  promises  renew'd; 

All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 

Does  but  flatter  and  delude: 

Thee  I  quit  for  heav'n  above, 

Object  of  the  noblest  love. 
—3  Let  not,  Lord,  my  wand'ring  mind 

Follow  after  fleeting  toys; 

Since  in  thee  alone  I  find, 

Solid  and  substantial  joys: — 
o  Joys  that  never  overpast, 

Through  eternity  shall  last. 
e  4  Lord,  how  happy  is  a  heart, 

After  thee  while  it  aspires!  v 

— True  and  faithful  as  thou  art, 

Thou  shalt  answer  its  desires: 
g  It  shall  see  the  glorious  scene 

Of  thine  everlasting  reign.  Madan's  Col, 

HYMN  98.    7  6c  6.    Amsterdam.     [*] 

The  Pilgrim's  \  Song. 

"o  1  T|ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
JL1>  Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n  thy  native  place: 
p  Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove: 
s  Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 
To  seats  prepar'd  above. 


420 HYMN  99.  Select 

— 2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun; 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
e  So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  hi;,  embrace. 
d  3  Cease  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
o  Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
e  Yet  a  season,  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n; 
3  All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 

Madak's  Col. 

HYMN  99.     10  8c  11.     Walworth.     [*] 
View  of  Heaven.    Rev.    xxii,   1 — 5. 

1  4~\N  wings  of  faith  mount  up, my  soul,  and  rise, 
\y  View  thine  inheritance  beyond  the  skies; 
Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  can  tell. 
What  endlt  ss  pleasure  in  those  mansions  dwell: 

There  my  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

2  No  gnawing  grief,  no  sad  heart-rending  pain, 
In  that  bless'd  country  can  admission  gain; 
No  sorrow  there,  no  soul-tormenting  fear, 
For  God's  own  hand  shall  wipe  the  falling  tear. 

There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

3  Before  the  throne  a  crystal  river  glides, 
Immortal  verdure  decks  its  cheerful  sides; 
There  the  fair  tree  of  life  majestic  rears 

Its  blooming  head,  and  sovereign  virtue  bears: 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

4  No  rising  sun  his  endless  beams  displays, 
No  sickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays; 
The  Godhead  there  celestial  glory  sheds, 
Th'  exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  spreads: 

There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

5  One  distant  glimpse  my  eager  passion  fires! 
Jesus,  to  thee  my  longing  soul  aspires! 


B 


Select  HYMN  100,  101.  421 

When  shall  I  at  my  heavenly  h»,me  arrive — 
When  lea\  e  this  earth,  and  when  begin  to  live? 
For  there  my  Saviour  is  all  bright  and  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

Straphan. 

HYMN   100.     7s.     St.  John's.     [*] 
Privileges  of  Adoption.     I  John  iii,  1,  2. 

LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God; 

They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  blood* 
They  are  ransom 'd  from  the  grave; 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have: 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive, 
When  on  Jesus  they  believe: 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  are  justifi'd  by  grace; 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace; 

Ail  their  sins  are  wash'd  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day: 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace. 
In  the  works  of  righteousness; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefil'd: 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

5  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
o  Children  of  an  heav'nly  birth; 

One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun: 
g  With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity.  Humphreys. 

HYMN     101.     &s.      Consolation.     [*] 
Supreme  Love  to  Christ. 

1   lk/i^  Sracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
«*-'■*  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim; 
li 


422 HYMN   101. Select. 

And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ — 

To  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless  ineffable  joy. 
e  2  He  freely  redeem 'd  with  his  blood, 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
— To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 
o  To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing; 
g  To  view  with  eternal  delight, — 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 
e  3  In  Mesech  as  yet  I  reside — 

A  darksome  and  restless  abode! 

Molested  with  foes  on  each  side. 

And  longing  to  dwell  with  my  God. 
e  O  when  shall  iny  spirit  exchange 

This  cell  of  corruptible  clay, 

For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 

Through  realms  of  ineffable  day) 

4  My  glorious  Redeemer,  I  long 

To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloud, 

Amidst  the  bright  numberless  throng, 

And  mix  with  the  triumphant  crowd,. 
e  O  when  wilt  thou  bid  me.  ascend, 

To  join  in  thy  praises  above — 

To  gaze  on  thee — world  without  end, 

And  feast  on  thy  rarjshing  love? 
— 5  Nor  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor  pain, 

Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear, 

Shall  ever  molest  me  again, 
o  Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there. 
— This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine, 

In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise; 

And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 

Where  God  his  full  beauty  displays, 
d  6  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey; 

Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away: 


Select.  HYMN   102,  103. 423 

o  The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

You  permament  sun  shall  outshine; 
g  My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 

My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine.  Francis. 

HYMN  102.     5  8c  6.     Newcastle.  [*] 
Praise  for  Salvation. 
1  4~\UR  Saviour  alone, 
"  The  Lord  let  us  bless, 
Who  reigns  on  his  throne, 
The  Prince  of  our  peace i 
Who  evermore  saves  us, 
By  shedding  his  blood: 
o  All  hail,  holy  Jesus, 

Our  Lord  and  our  God* 

—  2  We  thankfully  sing 
Thy  glory  and  praise, 
Thou  merciful  spring 
Of  pity  and  grace: 

— Thy  kindness/or  ever 

To  men  we  will  tell; 
o  And  say,  our  dear  Saviour 

Redeem'd  us  from  hell. 

—  3  Preserve  us  in  love, 
While  here  we  abide: 
O  never  remove 

Thy  presence,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  salvation; 
o      Till  each  of  us  see, 
With  joy,  the  bless'd  vision, 

Completed  in  thee! 

HYMN    103.     S.   M.    Nativity'.     [*] 
Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.    Rev.  xv,  3. 

1     A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

ia.  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
6    Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
e      2  Sing  of  his  dying  love; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power; 
"(  Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
e      For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 


424  HYMN  104. Select. 

—    3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspires  our  song, 
o      4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 
u  Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 

In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 
e       5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
d      "Ye  blessed  children  come;" 
— Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 
q      6  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim; 
g  And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  Hammond. 

HYMN  104.    7s.     Redeeming  Love.     [*] 
The  Christiari's  song. 

1  /"GRATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bring, 
VJT  While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing; 
g  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

"Be  thy  glorious  Name  ador'd. 
— 2  Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 

Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love: 

Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail; 
o  Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail! 
e  3  Th  )ugh  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear 
— Our  humble  hallelujahs  hear; 
o  Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 

When  with  saints  we  stand  and  sing. 
—4  Lead  us  to  that  blissful  state, 

Where  thou  reign'st  supremely  great: 
e  Look  with  pity  from  thy  throne, 

Send  the  Holy  Spirit  down. 
— 5  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 

Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way; 

Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 

Ani  thy  glorious  greatness  see. 
q  6  Then  with  angels  we'll  again 
u  Wake  a  louder,  louder  strain; 
s  There  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 

We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise. 


Select.  HYMN  105,  106. 425 

—7  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be, 

All  shall  join  sweet  harmony; 
g  That  thro'  heav'n's  all  spacious  round, 

Praise  to  God,  may  ever  sound. 

Lord  thy  mercies  never  fail; 

Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail! 

"    HYMN  105.    L.  M.     Ofiorto.     [*] 
"         Dignity,  and  Happiness  of  the  Christian. 

1  TJONOUR  and  happiness  unite, 

XX  To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praise: 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  days? 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears; 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows; 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears; 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  Adorn'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face; 

His  robe  is  of  th'  etherial  dye, 
His  steps  are  dignity  and  grace. 

4  Inferior  honours  he  disdains, 

Nor  stops  to  take  applause  from  earth; 
The  King  of  kings  himself  maintains 
The  expences  of  his  heav'nly  birth. 

5  The  noblest  creature  seen  below, 
Ordain'd  to  fill  a  throne  above! 
God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow — 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love! 

6  My  soul  is  ravish'd  at  the  thought — 
Methinks  from  earth  I  see  him  rise; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies!    Cowper. 

HYMN  106.    5  8c  6.     Wesley.     [*] 
God's  Servants  should  praise  and  extol  him. 
1  ^LTE  servants  of  God, 
X   Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 
His  wonderful  Name; 
The  name  all  victorious 
Of  Jesus  extol; 
ii2 


426  HYMN  107. Select. 

His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 
g      2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save; 

And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King, 
o       3  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 

Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honour  the  Son: 
Our  Jesus's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim; 
Fall  down  on  their  laces 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 
e      4  Then  let  us  adore. 

And  give  him  his  right; 
o       All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might: 
g  All  honour  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love.  Madan's  Col 


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HYMN  107.     6  &  4.     Trinity.     [*] 
Invocation  to  Father,  So7i,  and  Holy  Spirit. 
IOME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise! 
e  Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 
o  2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 
And  make  them  fall! 
g  Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made: 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd, 
e      Lord,  hear  our  call! 


Select. HYMN  103, 427 

3  Come,  thou,  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword; 
Oar  prayer  attend! 
o  Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success; 
e  Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend! 
—4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 
In  this  glad  hour! 
a  Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  pow'r. 
g  5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be,  ' 

Hence  evermore! 
His  sovereign  majesty, 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore!  Madan's  Col, 

"  HYMN  108.     L.  M.     Babylon,     [b] 

The  Sinner  -weighed  and  found  -wanting.    Dan.  iv,  27. 

1  T>  AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye—? 
S\  Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high! 

There  shall  his  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw, 

e  Would 'st  thou  the  awful  test  sustain? — 

d  Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  vain! 

— 3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears, 

To  trace  those  dreadful  characters; 
d  "Tekrt — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

"And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground/' 
t  4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace; 

Let  horrour  shake  thy  tott'ring  knees; 
p  Thro'  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 

And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 
— 5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 

Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale; 
o  Still  does  the  gospel  publish  peace, 

And  shew  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 


427 HYMN  109,  110.  Select. 

— 6  Great  God,  extrt  thy  pow'r  to  save, 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave; 
The  pond'rous  load  of  guilt  remove, 
TUat  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  109.     7s.     Fairfax,     [b] 
Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God. 
e  1   OINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
kJ     Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 

Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 
d  2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  brac'd, 

Awful  terrours  clothe  his  brow! 
e  For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd — 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 
j  3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee; 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax: 
p  What  will  then  become  of  thee! 
e  4  Who  his  advent  may  abide? 
— You  who  glory  in  your  shame, 

Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace, 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above; 

Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys.    Newton. 

"  HYMN  110.  CM.     Bis/io/isgate.    [b] 

Sinners  intreatedto  forsake  their  vfitftL     Isa.  Iv,  7. 

1  QINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 
e       O     His  mercy  speaks  to-day; 

— He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 


Select.  HYMN  111.  429 


S1 


e  3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travail  all  your  days, 

To  reap  immortal  woe! 
o  4  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace: 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 

Of  those  who  seek,  his  face. 
— 5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  ev'ry  sin; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 

And4earn  his  will  divine. 
o  6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  tho'ts; 

He  pardons  like  a  God; 
o  He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 

Thro'  a  Redeemer's  blood. Fawcett. 

HYMN  111.    8,  7  5c  4.     Littleton,     [b] 
Sinners  entreated  to  Hear. 
[INNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 
e  Every  sentence — O  how  tender? 

—    Every  line  is  full  of  love; 
a  Listen  to  it — 

o      Every  line  is  full  of  love. 
— 2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 
News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 
o  To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 

"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 
e  How  important! 

d  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 
— 3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour; 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 

And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears: 
e  Tender  heralds— 

&  Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 
— 4  False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford; 
£  We  entreat  you, 

d  Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 


429 HYMN  112,  113.  Select. 

r  5  Who  hath  our  report  believed? 

Whoreceiv'd  the  joyful  word? 

Who  embrae'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer.'d  to  you  by  the  Lord. 
p  Can  you  slight  it — 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord! 
— 6  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
o        Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay: 
s         Rebel  sinners 

Glad  the  message  will  obey.  .  Allen. 

HYMN  112.    7s.    Fairfax,     [b*] 
Burdened  Sinners  invited  to  Christ.    Matt,    ix,    25- 

1  ^lOME,  ye  weary  souls  opprest, 
\J  Find  in  Christ  the  proniis'd  rest, 

On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood: 
To  the  Son  of  David  cry, 

In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 

3  Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 

Now  accept  the  proffer'd  bliss.       Decourgy. 

HYMN  113.     8s  &  7a,     Calvary,     [b] 
Suppliant  Address  to  the  Saviour.    Mark,  x,  43x. 
1    TESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 

*l    Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation; 
p       See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 
e  2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting — 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 
e  3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying. 
But  to  him  who  comfort  gives? 
Whither,  from  che  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him.  whoever  lives? 


Select.  HYMN  114,  115. 451 

— 8  Orr  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed, 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all; 
Let    thine  arm  be  now  revealed, 

Stay,  O  stay  me,  lest  I  fall! 
5  9  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 

Let  it  never.  Lord,  be  said, 
d  "Here's  the  soul  that  perish'd,  suing 

"For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid!" 
o  10  Sav'd — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Thro'  the  shining  realms  above; 
s  Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

Allenraptur'd  with  thy  love.  Turxfr, 

HYMN  114.     L.    M.     Geneva,     [b*] 
Vision  of  the  Dry  Bones.    Ezek.  xxxiv,  3. 

1  T  OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
XJ  See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 

And  scatters  slaughter'd  millions  round. 
e  2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live, 

And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive? 
— That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known; 

That  wondrous  work  is  all  thy  own, 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 

To  prophesy  upon  the  slain — 
e  In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
— Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
o  4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death; 

Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice; 

They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice, 
o  5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend  the  ground, 

Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 

And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

Doddridge 

HYMN  115.    C.  M.     Mear.     f>] 
Converting-  Grace.     Ps.  xlv,  3 — 5. 
1  TJAIL,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine, 

XI  Is  thy  victorious  sword! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 


4S2 HYMN  116,  U7.  Select. 

e  2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart; 
o  Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 

And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 
g  3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway; 
Go  forth,  great  Prince,  triumphantly, 

And  make  thy  foes  obey. 
— 4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete, 

And  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  mercy  meet, 

To  sing  thy  conquering  grace — 
e  5  O  may  my  humble  soul  be  found, 

Among  that  favour'd  band; 
o  And  I  with  them  thy  praise  will  sound, 

/Throughout  Emmanuel's  land.         Walling 

HYMN  116.    L.  M.    Bath.    [*] 
Revival  of  Religion  hoped  for. 
e  1  X1THILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

▼  V    To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
•— Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
g  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 
— 2  "Tho'  for  a  time  I  hide  ray  face, 

"Rely  upon  my  love  and  power, 

"Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

"And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour, 
o  3  "Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 

"I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayer, 
e  "The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
•  "But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 
— 4  Lord,  I  obey — my  hopes  revive; 
o  Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing, 
o  Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN  117.     C.    M.     Plymouth,     [b*] 
God's  regard  to  tlie  actively  Piow.    Matt,  iii,  16, 17. 
1  PT1HE  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down, 

JL    From  his  celestial  throne; 
And  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 

He  well  discerns  his  own. 


Select.  HYMN"  118.  433 

e  2  He  sees  the  tender  tie  ms,  that  mourn 
Tne  scandals  of  the  times; 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose, 
The  wide  prevailing  crimes. 
—3  Low  in  the  social  band  he  bows 
His  still  attentive  ears 
And,  while  his  angels  sing  around, 
Deiights  their  voice  to  hear. 
o  4  The  chronicles  of  heaven  shall  keep 
Their  words  in  transcript  fair; 
In  the  Redeemers  book  of  life, 
Their  names  recorded  are. 
d  5  "Yes,"  saith  the  Lord,  "the  world  shall  know 
"These  humble  souls  are  mine: 
"These,  when  my  jewels  1  produce, 

Shall  in  full  lustre  shine. 
6  "When  deluges  of  fiery  wrath 

"My  foes  aw  ty  shall  bear; 
"That  hand  which  strikes  the  wicked  thro', 
"Shall  all  my  children  spare."    Doddridge. 

HYMN  118.    c7~MT'Wmdsor.     [b] 
Prayer  for  spiritual   Healing. 

1  rriHOU  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 

J.  To  thee  I  bring  my  case; 
My  raging  malady  cr  ntrol, 
And  heal  me  bv  thy  grace. 

2  Help  me  to  state  my  whole  complaint; 
But  where  shall  I  begin? 

Nor  words,  nor  thoughts  can  fully  paint, 
This  worst  distemper — sin. 

3  It  lies  not  in  a  single  part, 

But  through  my  frame  is  spread; 
A  burning  fever  in  my  heart, 
A  palsy  in  my  head. 

4  It  makes  me  deaf,  and  dumb,  and  blind, 
And  impotent,  and  lame; 

It  overclouds,  and  fills  my  mind, 
With  folly,  fear,  and  shame. 

5  (A  thousand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 
Tumultuous  in  my  breast; 

Which  indispose  me  for  my  food* 
And  rob  me  of  my  rest.) 
Kk 


434 HYMN  119,  120.  Select. 

6  Lord,  I  am  sick;  regard  my  cry, 

And  set  mv  spirit  free; 
Say  canst  thou  let  a  sinner  die, 

Who  Longs  to  live  to  thee? 

HYMN  119.     L.    P.    M.     She  field,     [b*] 
Efficacy  of  GocVs  Word.    Jer.  xxiii,  29. 
e  1  "V^S71  i'H  reverend  awe,  tremendous  Lord, 

▼  t     We  hear  the  thunders  of  thy  word; 
o  The  pride  of  Lebanon  it  breaks: 
o  Swift  the  celestial  fire  descends, 

The  flinty  rock  in  piece*;  rends, 
g  And  earth  to  it:,  deep  centre  shakes. 
— 2  Array'tlin  majesty  divine, 

Here  sanctity  andjustic<  snine, 
e  And  honour  strikes  the  rebel  thro'; 
g  While  loud  this  awful  voice  makes  known 

The  wonders  which  thy  sword  hath  done, 
a  And  what  thy  vengeance  yet  ohall  do. 
o  1  So  spread  the  honours  of  thy  name; 
g  The  terrours  of  a  God  proclaim; 
— Thick  let  the  pointed  arrows  fly; 
e  Till  sinners  humbled  in  the  dust, 

Shall  own  the  execution  just, 
— And  bless  the  hand  by  which  they  die. 
o  4  Then  clear  the  dark  tempestuous  day, 

And  radiant  beams  of  love  display, 

Each  prostrate  .-oul  let  mercy  raise; 
e  So  shall  the  bleeding  captives  feel, 

Thy  word,  that  gave  the  wound,  can  heal, 
o  And  change  their  notes  to  songs  of  praise. 

Doddridge.. 

HYMN  120.     C.  M.     Abridge.    Barby,     [*] 
Light  and  Glory  of  the  Word. 

1  PT1HE  Spit  it  breathes  upon  the  word, 

i   And  brings  the  truth  to  light; 
Precepts  and  promises  aff->rd 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
g       Majestic  like  the  sun; 

— It  gives  a  light  to  everj  age, 
d      It  gh-es — but  borrows  none. 
—3  Theliand  that  gave  it  still  supplier 
The  gracious  light  and  heat; 


S' 


SoWt.  HYMN  121,   122. 455 

o  His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 

They  rise  but  never  set. 
o  4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  brigh.1  display; 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine, 

With  beams  of  nea\  'nly  day. 
— 5  My  soul  rejoifces  te  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love; 
g  Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 

In  brighter  worlds  above*  Cowper. 

HYMN  121.    7s.     St.  John's.     [*] 

Sabbath  Morning.     4 
AFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to  day: 
q  Day  of  all  the  week  the  best; 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest: 
--2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name; 
s  Shew  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame: 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 
—  3  Here  we  come  thy  Name  to  praise; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  neav: 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 

Here  afford  us  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  Gospel'sjoyful  sound, 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound; 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints: 
o  Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Tiil  we  join  the  church  iibove.  Newton. 

HYMN  122.     K.  M.    Mcthesda.     [*] 
Sabbath  Morning. 
1  VT^ELCOME,  delightful  morn, 
*▼     Thou  day  of  sacred  rest; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return, 
Lord  make  these  moments  blest. 


436  HYMN  123,  124.  Select. 

— From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
9  I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 
— 2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 
And  fill  his  throne  of  gracr; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 
While  saints  address  thy  face: 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick'ning  word, 
And  learn  tu  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
o  3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours: 
o  Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 

Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulg'd  in  vain.      Hayward. 

HYMN   123.     C.  M.     Sunday.     [*] 
The  Lord's  Day. 

1  fllHE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

JL   In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 
e  2  Lord,  may  we  still  remember  thee, 

And  more  in  knowledge  grow; 
—And  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 

While  waiting  here  below, 
o  3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  display'd, 
g  By  God  the  Eternal  Word,  than  when 

This  universe  was  made. 
o  4  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought, 
e      With  grief  and  pain  extreme: 
£  'Ttvas  great — to  speak  the  world  from  nought — 
'Twas  greater — to  redeem. 

Decourcy's  Col. 

HYMN    124.     C.  M.     Hymn  2d.     [*b] 
Devotion. 
e  1  "YlfHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 

▼  ▼     Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd; 
—And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filPd. 
<?  2  Thy  love  the  power  of  tho't  bestow'd, 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 


Select. HYMN*125. 437 

o  Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 
— 3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
e      Thy  ruling  hand  I  see! 
e  Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
—    Because  conferr'd  by  thee, 
o  4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
e      In  every  pain  I  bear, 
o  My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
e      Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
o  5  When  gladness  wings  my  favourM  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 
c  Resign 'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
—6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see; 
o  My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee.         Williams, 

HYMN  125.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*b] 
Social   Worship. 

1  £\  LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
VJ  For  here  we  trust  thou  art! 

Send  down  a  coal  of  heavenly  fire, 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Shew  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 

And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 
And  love  and  concord  dwell; 

e  Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  peace, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 
The  humble  mind  bestow; 

e  And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 
— 5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers; 
e  And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 

Unbosom  all  our  cares. 
o  6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 
Kk2 


438 HYMN  126,  127.  Select. 

Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place.  Newton. 

HYMN    126.     7s.     Fairfax,     [b] 
A  Blessing  humbly  requested. 

1  T  ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
JLi  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 

e  O  do  not  our  suit  disdain! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend; 
In  compassion,  now  descend; 

— Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace; 
o  Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 
—3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
a  Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 

Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go; 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
— 4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 

That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart, 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 
e  5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 

Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 

Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 
—6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 

Thee  a  God  supremely  kind: 

Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free; 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee.  Rippon. 

HYMN  127.    8&7.    Love  Divine.     [*] 
Love   Dixtine. 
1  T  OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling! 

JLi  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling: 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
e  Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion! 

Pure,  unbounded  love,  thou  art! 
0  Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 
«  2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast! 


Select. HYMN  129.  439 

e  Let  us  all  in  tiiee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest. 
— Take  away  the  power  of  signing, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
o  End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
— 3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive! 
Suddenly  return; — and  never — i 
e      Never  more  thy  temples  leave! 
— Then  we  would  be  always  blessing. 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above; 
o  Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing. 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 
—4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation; 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restor'd  by  thee: 
g  Chang'd  from  "glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place; 
c  Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
a      Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise! 

Madan's  Col, 

~        HYMN  128.     C.    M.     Reading,     [i>*] 
Seed  in  different  Grounds.     Matt,  ziii,  3. 

1  '\7  E  sons  of  earth,  prepare  the  plough, 

I.    Break  up  your  fallow  ground: 
The  sower  is  gone  forth  to  sow, 
And  scatter  blessings  round. 

2  The  seed  that  finds  a  stony  soil. 
Shoots  forth  a  hasty  blade; 

But  ill  repays  the  sower's  toil, 

Soon  wither'd,  scorch'd,  and  deadi 

3  The  thorny  ground  is  sure  to  balk 
All  hopes  of  harvest  there; 

We  find  a  tall  and  sickly  stalk, 
But  not  the  fruitful  ear. 

4  The  beaten  path  and  highway  side 
Receive  the  trust  in  vain; 

The  watchful  birds  the  prey  divide, 
And  pick  up  all  the  grain. 
o  5  But  where  the  Lord  of  grace  ancl  power. 
Has  bless'd  the  happy  field; 


440  HYMN  129,  ISO,  131.       Select. 

Haw  plenteous  is  the  golden  store, 

The  deep  wrought  furrows  yield! 
e  6  Father  of  mercies,  we  have  need 

Of  thy  preparing  grace; 
— Let  the  same  hand  that  gives  the  seed, 

Provide  a  fruitful  place.  Cowper. 

HYMN  129.    L.  M.    Sicilian.     [*] 
Close  of  Worship. 
,  1  TT|ISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Xr  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 
2  Though  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  fetterd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace.  Hart 

HYMN  130.     h.  M.    Portugal.     [*] 
Close  of  Worship. 

1  HPIHE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 

J-     And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Four  an  abundant  blessing  down, 

On  cv'/y  soul  assembled  here.  Newton. 

HYMN  131.     C.  M.     Hymn  2d.     [*] 

Close  oj  Worship. 

1  VOW  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
1/1      Who  from  th/  imprison 'd  grave, 

RestorM  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Omnipotent  to  save; — 

2  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood, 
Which  he  on  Calv'ry  spilt, 

To  make  th'  eternal  Covenant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built; — 

3  Perfect  our  souls  in  ev'ry  grace, 
T'  accomplish  all  his  will; 

And  all  that's  pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Inspire  us  to  fulfil! 


Select.  HYMN  132,  135.  441 


4  For  the  great  Mediator's  s  ke 
We  every  blessing  pray; 
g  With  glory  let  his  name  be  crown'd, 

Through  heav'n's  eternal  day.        Gibbons. 

HYMN  132.     H.M.     Alkrton.     [*b] 
Jubilee. 
§       1  pLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
O     I  he  gladly  solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 
To  earth's  remotest  bound: 
o  The  yea;  of  jubilee  is  co one, 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  hom*^ 

—  2  Exait  the  Lamb  of  God, 
e       The' sin  atoning  Lamb; 

— .    Reuemption  by  his  blond, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim; 
o  The  year,  dec. 

e      3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

The  heritage  above, 

—  Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love: 

o  The  year,  &c. 

—  4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive; 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 
o  The  year,  6cc. 

—  5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear 
The  nevvsof  pard'ning  grace; 
Ye  nappy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face: 

o  The  year,  &c. 

—  6  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home!     Topladv 

HYxMN  133.     C.  M.    Zion.  Hymn  2d.     [*b] 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 
1  "OATHERofall,  we  bow  to  thee, 
jL      VVho  dwell'st  in  heav'n  ador'd; 


442 HYMN  134. Select. 

But  present  still  through  all  thy  works, 
The  universal  Lord. 

2  Forever  hallowed  be  thy  name, 
By  all  below  the  skies; 

And  may  thy  kingdom  still  advance, 
Till  grace  to  glory  rise. 

3  Thy  glorious  purpose,  Lord,  fulfil; 
Let  ail  thy  glory  see; 

And,  as  in  heaven  thy  will  is  done, 
On  earth  so  let  it  be. 

4  Our  wants  with  every  morning  grow, 
With  food  these  wants  supply; 

And  on  our  souls  the  Brzad  bestow 
To  eat — and  never  die! 

5  Our  sins  before  thee  we  confess; 
O  may  they  be  forgiven! 

As  we  to  others  mercy  shew, 
We  mercy  beg  of  heaven. 

6  Still  let  thy  grace  our  life  direct? 
From  evil  guard  our  way; 

And  in  temptation's  fatal  path, 
Permit  us  not  to  stray. 

7  For  thine's  the  power,  the  kingdom  thine 
All  glory's  due  to  thee: 

Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 
And  thine  shall  ever  be. 

HYMN  134.    L.  M.    Armley.    [b*] 

Exhortation  to  Prayer. 

1  IT^THAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 

▼  f       In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat? 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darVned  cloud  withdraw 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
»  4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 


Select.  HYMN  135,  136. 44S 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek.  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain; 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear, 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent. 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me.'* 

COWPER. 

HYMN  135.    7s.     Fairfax.     [*] 
Power  of  Prayer. 

1  TN  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
X    How  can  poor  believers  stand, 

When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms, 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand? 

2  Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are, 
But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace; 
And  the  God,  who  answers  prayer, 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 

3  Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 
Succour  they  at  length  obtain; 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 
Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 
Bring' relief  in  deepest  straits; 
Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 

Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates.  Newton. 

HYMN  136.  C.  M.     Bangor,    [b] 
Public  Fast.    Joel  i,  14. 
1   OEE  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

£3     Thy  mourning  people  bend! 
'Tis  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

e  2  Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  powers  display; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 

And  still  we  live  to  pray, 
p  3  How  chang'd,  alas!  are  truths  divjne, 

For  eriour,  guilt,  and  shame.' 


444 HYMN  137,  138.  Select, 

What  impious  numbers,  hold  iu  sin, 

Disgrace  the  Christian  name. 
-—4  O  lurn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  graco; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face, 
o  5  Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear; 
&  Secure  of  never- failing  aid, 

When  God,  our  God,  is  near.  Steele. 

HYMN  137   CM.     Wantage,     [b] 

Public  Fast,    Gen.  xviii,  23—32. 

1  "1X7*^^^'  ■  foil  of  sacred  awe, 

▼  T      Before  Jehovah  s   »od; 
And  with  a  hu  hble  fen  ent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued: — 

2  With  what  Success,  what  wmdrous  grace — 
Was  his  petition  crown'd! 

The  Lord  would  spare:,  if  in  that  place, 
Tun  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single  holy  soul. 
So  rich  a  boon  obtain? 

Great  God.  and  shall  a  nation  pray, 

And  plead  with  thee  in  vain? 
o  4  Still  we  are  thine — we  bear  thy  name; 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode; 
o  Long  has  thy  presence  blessM  our  land— 
e      Forsake  us  not*  Q  God!  Scott. 

HYMN   13„a,    L.  M       U  orsh ifi .     [b] 
Public  Fast.    Ezek.  i.\,  4—6. 

e  1  (Ti  RIGHTEOUS  God,  thou  judge  supreme, 

vF    We  tremble  at  thy  dreadful  name? 
And  all  our  crying  guilt  we  own, 
In  dust  and  tears  before  thy  throne. 

"  2  So  manifold  our  crimes  have  been, 
Such  crimson  tincture  dyes  our  sin, 
That,  could  we  all  its  horrours  know, 
Our  streaming  eyes  with  blood  might  flow. 

o  3  Estrang'd  from  reverential  awe, 
We  trample  on  thy  sacred  law: 


Select. HYMN  139. 445 

p  And  though  such  wonders  grace  has  done, 

Anew  we  crucify  thy  Son. 
e  4  Justly  might  this  polluted  land 

Prove  all  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand; 
a  Andbath'd  in  heaven,  thy  sword  might  come. 

To  drink  our  blood  and  seal  our  doom, 
e  5  Yet  hast  thou  not  a  remnant  here, 

Whose  souls  are  fill'd  with  pious  tear? 

O  bring  thy  wonted  mercy  nigh, 

While  prostrate  at  thy  feet  they  lie, 
p  6  Behold  their  tears,  attend  their  moan,  , 

Nor  turn  away  their  secret  groan: 

With  these  we  join  our  humble  prayer; 

Our  nation  shield,  our  country  spare. 

Doddr  ibgE. 

HYMN  139.     L.  M.     PsUim  97th,    [b] 
Fast.  God's  Controversy,     Mic.vi,  1 — 3. 
e  1  T  ISTEN,  ye  hills;  ye  mountains  hear; 
JLJ    Jehovah  vindicates  his  laws; 

Trembling  in  silence  at  his  bar, 

Thou  earth,  attend  thy  Maker's  cause, 
cl  2  Israel  appear;  present  thy  plea; 

And  charge  tli'  Almighty  to  his  face; 

Say  if  his  rules  oppressive  be; 

Say,  if  defective  be  his  grace. 
<?  3  Eternal  Judge,  the  action  cease; 

Our  lips  are  seal'd  in  conscious  shame; 
b  'Tis  ours  in  sackcloth  to  confess, 
— And  thine  the  sentence  to  proclaim. 

4  Ten  thousand  witnesses  arise, 

Thy  mercies  and  our  crimes  appear, 

More  than  the  stars  that  deck  the  skies. 

And  all  our  dreadful  guilt  declare. 
e  5  How  shall  we  come  before  thy  face, 

And  in  thine  awful  presence  bow? 

What  off'rings  can  secure  thy  grace, 

Or  calm  the  terrours  of  thy  brow? 
c  6  Thousands  of  rams  in  vain  might  bleed; 

Rivers  of  oil  might  blaze  in  vain; 

Or  the  first-born's  devoted  head 

With  horrid  gore  thine  altar  stain. 
— 7  But  thy  own  Lamb  all-graciou*  God, 

Whom  impious  sinners  dar'd  to  slay! 


446  HYMN  140,  141.  Select. 

o  Has  sovereign  virtue  in  his  blood 

To  purge  the  nation's  guilt  away. 
—8  With  humble  faith  to  that  we  fly; 

With  that  may  we  be-sprinkled  o'er; 

Trembling  no  more  in  dust  we  lie, 

And  dread  thy  hand  and  bar  no  more, 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  140.    L.  M.     Weldon.     [*] 
Thanksgiving: Seasons  Crowned  with  Goodness.  Ps.lxv,ll. 

1  W^TErtN.  vL  Source  of  every  joy! 

JCi     Weil  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ: 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll. 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 

And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land; 
Tfie  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Thro'  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horrour  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  aud  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN  141.     L.  M.     Green's.     [*] 
Dedication  of  a  House  for  Worship.    Ps.  Ixxxvii,  5. 

e  1     4  ND  will  the  great  eternal  (iod, 
jhL  On  earth  establish  his  abode? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne, 
Avow  uur  temple  for  his  own? 


Select.  HYMN  142.  447 

■ 

o  2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise; 

And  sing  that  condescending  grace, 

Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 

And  call  us  sinful  mortals  near. 
— 3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  bless, 

Which  guards  our  synagogues  in  peace* 

That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

To  fill  our  worshippers  with  dread, 
c  4  These  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raised 

Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise; 

And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place, 

With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
— 5  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 

With  all  the  glories  of  his  train; 
o  While  power  divine  his  words  attends, 

To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends* 
g  6    \nd  in  the  great  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 

May  it  before  the  world  appear. 

That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 
Doddridge* 

HYMN  >42.     H.  M.     Mlerton.     [*] 
Dedication  of  a  House  for  Worship. 
1  TTN  sweet  exalted  strains, 
JL    The  King  of  glory  praise; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days; 
g  He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls, 
Sustains,  or  sinks,  the  distant  poles. 
e       2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne — 

His  throne  of  grace  divine; 
o      Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine: 
o  Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest: 

Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest; 
—    3  Great  King  of  glory,  come, 
And  with  thy  favour,  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome — 
This  people  as  thy  own: 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 
4  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 
Thy  people's  humble  cries; 


448  HYMN   143. Sflect. 

And  grateful  praise  ascend, 

All  flagrant,  to  the  skies:. 
o  Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 

And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 
— 5  Here  may  th*  attentive  throng, 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love; 

And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above: 
o  And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board. 

VVith  sacred  joy,  and  sweet  accord. 
—6  Here  may  our  unborn  si  ns 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise; 

And  shine  like  polish'd  stones, 

Through  long  succeeding  days: 
g  Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore.  Francis', 

HYMN  143.     L.  M.     Old  Hundred.     [*] 
Ordination;    Joshua  the  high  Priest,    Zecb.  iii,  G,  T* 

1   |~1REAT  Lord  of  angels,  we  adore 

VS  The  grace  that  builds  thy  courts  below; 

And  thro'  ten  thousands  sons  of  light, 

Stoops  to  regard  what  mortals  do. 
e  2  Amidst  the  wastes  of  time  and  death, 
— Successive  pastors  thou  dost  raise, 

Thy  charge  to  keep,  thy  house  to  guide, 

And  form  a  people  for  thy  praise. 
o  3  The  heav'nly  natives  with  delight 

Hover  around  the  sacred  place; 

N.ir  scorn  to  learn  from  mortal  tongues 

The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
-—4  At  length,  dismiss'd  from  feeble  clay, 

Thy  servants  join  th*  angelic  band; 
o  With  them;  thro'  distant  worlds  they  fly; 
e  With  them,  before  thy  presence  stand, 
o  5  O  glorious  hope!  O  blest  employ! 
e  Sweet  lenitive  of  grief  and  care! 

When  shall  we  reach  those  radiant  courts, 

And  all  their  joy  and  honour  share? 
— 6  Yet  while  these  labours  we  pursue, 

Thus  distant  from  thy  heavenly  throne, 

Give  us  a  zeal  and  love  like  theirs, 
g  And  half  their  heaven  shall  here  be  known. 

Doddridge. 


Select.  HYMN  144,  145.  44$ 

HYMN  144.     L.  M.     Whitchurch.     [*] 
Ordination.  Ministers  a  sweet  savour  to  God.  2  Cor.ji,  15,16'. 
1    ORATSE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

JL      Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide! 
e  While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breath  *&  on  every  side: 
— Balmy  and  rich  the  odours  rise, 
e  And  fill  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies* 

—  2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls, 
Its  influence  feel — and  live; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 
The  incense  they  receive: 

o  They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing — 
o  Jesus  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King, 
e       3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace, 

That  brings  salvation  nigh: 

They  turn  their  face  away, 
a       And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die. 
p  So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints,  deplore, 
a  For  O!  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

—  4  Yet,  wise  and  mighty  God, 
Shall  all  thy  servants  be, 

In  those  who  live  or  die, 

A  savour  sweet  to  thee^  • 
o  Supremely  bright  thy  grace  shall  shine, 
e  Guarded  with  flames  of  wrath  divine. 

Doddridge. 

~  HYMN   145.     L.  M.     Leeds.  Oporto.     [*] 
Gospel  Ministry  instituted  by  Christ.    Eph.  iv,  11,  12. 

1  T71ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  house, 

X       Smile  on  our  homage  and  our  vows; 
While,  with  a  grateful  heart,  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 

And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honourM  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame; 

Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 
Li/2 


450  HYMN  145,  UT.  Select. 

4  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise; 
Who,  tho*  with  feebler  rays  they  shine, 
Still  gild  a  long — extended  line. 

5  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And  fed  by  Christ  their  graces  live: 

o  While  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
'Midst  all  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

o  6  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  tiie  last  courses  of  the  sun; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

— 7  Jesus  our  Lord  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow, 

o  Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 

g  Thro'  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

DODDRIDGi'.. 

'  HYMN   146.     C.  M.     Sunday.     [*]  ' 

Gospel  Treasure  in  earthen  vessels. 

1  TTOW  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings! 
JOL     Tliy  favours,  how  divine! 

The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine! 

2  Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys; 
Should  gold  and  genus  compare, 

How  mean!  when  set  against  those  joys, 

Thy  poorest  servants  sh  ire? 
e  3  Yet  al!  these  treasures  of  thy  grace, 

Are  lodg'd  in  urns  of  clay; 
—And  the  weak  sons  of  mortal  race 

Th'  immortal  gifts  convey. 
c  4  Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 
e       Yet  grace  the  victory  gives; 
e  Quickly  they  moulder  back  to  earth — 
o       Yet  still  the  gospel  lives. 
—5  Such  wonders  power  divine  effects, 
o       Such  trophies  God  can  raise; 
— ~His  hand,  from  crumbling  dust,  erects 
o       His  monuments  of  praise.    Salisbury  Col. 


lO 


HYMN  147.     L.  M.     Cunha^e.     [*b] 
Prayer  for  a  sick  Minister. 
THOU',  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
VVe  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down; 


Select.  HYMN  148,  149. 451 

View  the  ^ad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrows  pierce  the  sky; 

2  Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  onr  trembling  lips  would  tell; 
Thou  only  panst  a-.suage  our  grief, 

And  yield  our  woe-fraught  heart  relief. 

3  \\  ith  power  benign,  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer; 
Avert  thy*  swift  descending  stroke, 

Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him  sinking  to  the  grave; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tenderest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies; 

Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  naught  prevail; 

Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 

And  guide  him  sate  to  endless  day.  Evan's  Col, 

"  HYMN  148.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b*] 
Death  of  a  Minister. 
1  "ITIS  master  taken  from  his  head, 

-lX  Elisha  saw  him  go; 
And  in  desponuing  accents  said, 
e       "Ah!  what  must  Israel  do?" 
—2  Bin  he  forgot  the  Lord,  who  lifts 
The  beggar  to  the  throne, 
Nor  knew  that  all  Elijah's  gifts, 
Would  soon  be  made  his  own. 
d  3  What — when  a  Paul  has  run  his  course, 
Or  when  Apuilos  dies — 
Is  Israel  left  without  resource? 
And  have  we  no  supplies? 
o  4  Yes,  .^liie  the  dear  Redeemer  lives, 

We  have  a  boundless  store; 
— And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives, 
g       Who  lives  for  evermore.  Cowper, 

HYmN   149.     C.  M.     Hymn  2d.     [b*] 
Death  of  a  Minister. 
1  T&JOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 
JLl    And  all  our  tears  Le  dry; 


452  HYMN  150. Select. 

Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown'd  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh? 
c  2  What  tho'  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade? 
p  What  tho'  the  prophet  and  the  priest, 

Be  number'd  with  the  dead? — 
— 3  Tho'  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 
The  aged,  and  the  young — 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  clos'd, 
And  mute  the  instructive  tongue; — 
o  4  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 
New  comfort  to  impart; 
His  eyes  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 
«1  5  "Lo  I  am  with  you,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"My  church  shall  safe  abide; 
"For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
"Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 
o  6  Thro'  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
This  promise  is  our  trust; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
e       When  we  are  cold  in  dust.       Doddridge. 

HYMN    150.     C.  M.     Colchester.     [*] 
Christ  the  Refuge  of  the  Church. 

1  "tJE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 
e       mJL     And  bore  our  sins  and  pains; 

g  Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne — 
The  God  of  glory  reigns! 

2  H;s  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide, 
With  an  unerring  skill; 

And  countless  worlds  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumber'd  sound  his  praise, 
In  yonder  world  above; 

o  His  siints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 
— 4  His  righteousness  to  faith  reveal'd, 

Wrought  out  for  guilty  worms; 
o  Affn-ds  a  hidi.ig  p:ace,  and  shield, 

From  enemies  and  storms. 
—5  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  the^rr  head; 


Selecf.  HYMN  151,  152. 45Z 

o  To  this  high  rock  his  people  iuii, 

And  find  a  pleasing  siiade. 
e  6  How  glorious  he! — how  happy  they! — 

In  such  a  glorious  friend! 
o  Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way,  \ 

0  And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

HYMN  151.     L.  M.     Moreton.     [*bj 
Covenant  Engagements  jov fully  recognized.     £  Chron. 
xv,  ~*15. 

01  A  HAPPY  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice, 
V"  On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  ail  abroad, 
e  20  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him,  who  merits  all  my  love! 
o  Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 
d  3  'Tis  done: — the  great  transaction's  done; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine: 

He  drew  me — and  I  follow 'd  on— 

Charm 'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 
—4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  thfe  blissful  centre,  rest; 

With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 

When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  heav'n,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear: 
e  Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

DoUDHIBG.F. 

HYMN  15  2.     C.P.  M.     Bradbury.     [*] 
Covenant  Everlasting. 

o  1  1VTOW  for  a  hymn  of  praise  to  God! 
-ll    Y'e  trophies  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 
Join  the  sweet  choir  above; 
All  your  harmonious  accents  bring, 
Wake  every  high,  celestial  string, 
To  chaunt  redeeming  love. 
— 2  Ere  God  nronoune'd  r.reation  good. 
Or  bade  the  vast,  unbounded  fiood 
Through  fixed  channels  run; 


454  HYMN  153.  Select 

»        ■  ■■ — — — — - — - — * 

Ere  light  from  ancient  chaos  sprung, 
Or  angels  earth's  formation  sung, 
He  chose  us  in  his  Son. 
g  3  Then  was  the  cov'nant  order'd  sure, 
Through  endless  ages  to  endure, 
By  Israel's  triune  God: 
—That  none  his  cov'nant  might  evade, 

With  oaths  and  promises  'twas  made, 
e      And  ratify 'd  in  blood. 
o  4  God  is  the  refuge  of  my  soul, 

Tho'  tempests  rage,  tho'  billows  roll, 

And  hellish  powers  assail: 

g  Eternal  walls  are  my  defence, 

Environed  with  Omnipotence — 

What  foe  can  e'er  prevail? 

— 5  Then  let  infernal  legions  roar, 

And  waste  their  cursed,  vengeful  pow'r; 
d      My  soul  their  wrath  disdains: 
g       In  God,  my  refuge;  I'm  secure, 
Wnile  cov'nant  promises  endure, 
Or  my  Redeemer  reigns. 

HYMN  153      lis      Idumea.     [*] 
Church  in  Affliction.    I«a.  xlix,   14 — 17. 
cl#~\  ZloN  afflicted  witn  wave  upon  wave, 

\3  Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man  can  save; 

With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrours  dismay  d, 

In  toiling  and  rowing,  thy  strength  is  decay'd. 
o  2  Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
— But  skilful' s  the  Pilot  who  sits  at  he  helm; 
o  His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  thee  defends; 

In  safety  and  quiet  thy  warfare  he  ends. 
d  3  "O  fearful!  O  faithless!  in  mercy  he  cries; 

"My  promise, my  truth,  are  the  light  in  thine  eyes? 

"Still, still! am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall  stand; 

"Through  tempest  and  tossing  I'll  bring  thee  to  land. 

4  "Forget  tliee  I  will  not-^I  cannot;  thy  name, 
"Engrav'd  on  my  heart  doth  forever  remain; 
"The  palms  of  my  hands  while  I  look  on  I  see, 
"The  wounds  I  receiv'd  when  suftYing  for  thee. 

5  UI  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  my  groans, 
".for  thou  art  most  near  me,  my  flesh  and  my  bones; 
"Li  all  thy  distresses  tiiy  Head  feels  the  pain — 
4<Yet  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 


Select.  HYMN  154,  155. 455 

6  * 'Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not;  thy  life  is  secure 
"My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  power; 
"In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 
"To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  to  shine." 
Jay's  Col, 

HYMN    154.     8  Sc  7.     Love  Divine.     [*] 
Consolation  of  Israel.    Luke  ii,  25. 

1  |"lOME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
\J  Born  to  set  thy  people  free; 

From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee: 
Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art; 
Dear  Desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 

Joyofev'ry  longing  heart. 

2  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver; 
Born  a  child— and  yet  a  King; 

Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  precious  Kingdom  bring, 

By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

Madan's  Col. 

HYMN    155.    L.  M.    Islington,     [b] 
Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Ephesus.  Rev.  ii,  1—7. 

1  mHUS  saiih  the  Lord  to  Ephesus, 

-BL    And  thus  he  speaks  to  some  of  us; 
d  "Amidst  my  churches,  lo,  I  stand, 
And  hold  the  pastors  in  my  hand. 

2  "Thy  works  to  me  are  fully  known, 
Thy  patience,  and  thy  toil  I  own; 
Thy  views  of  gospel  truth  are  clear, 
Nor  canst  thou  other  doctrine  bear. 

3  "Yet  I  must  blame,  while  I  approve; 
Where  is  thy  first,  thy  fervent,  love? 
Dost  thou  forget  my  love  to  thee, 
That  thine  is  grown  so  faint  to  me? 

4  "Recal  to  mind  the  happy  days, 

When  thou  wast  hll'd  with  joy  and  praise; 


456 HYMN  156. Select. 

Repent — thy  former  works  renew,     - 

Then  I'll  restore  thy  comforts  too. 

5  "Return  at  once,  when  I  reprove, 

Lest  I  thy  candlestick,  remove; 

And  thou,  too  late,  thy  loss  lament, 

I  warn  before  I  strike. — Repent." 
c  6  Hearken  to  what  the  Spirit  saith, 

To  him  who  overcomes  by  faith; 
o  "The  fruit  of  life's  unfading  tree, 

In  Paradise  his  food  shall  be."  Newton. 

HYMN  156.     C.  M:  York.     [*] 
Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Smyrna.    Rev.    ii,  11. 

1  rilHE  message  first  to  Smyrna  sent, 

JL  A  message  full  of  grace; 
To  all  the  Saviour's  flock  is  meant, 
In  every  age  and  place. 

2  Thus  to  his  church,  his  chosen  bride, 
Saith  the  great  First  and  Last, 

Who  ever  lives — though  once  he  died! 
d       "Hold  thy  profession  fast. 

3  "Thy  works  and  sorrow  well  I  know, 
Perforrn'd  and  borne  for  me; 

Poor  though  thou  art,  despis'd  and  low, 
Yet  who  is  rich  like  thee? 

4  "I  know  thy  fees,  and  what  they  say, 
How  long  they  have  blasphem'd; 

The  Synagogue  of  Satan,  they, 

Tiiough  they  would  Jews  be  deem'cb 

5  "Though  Satan  for  a  season  rage, 
And  prisons  be  your  lot: 

I  am  your  friend,  and  I  engage 
You  shall  not  be  forgot. 

6  "Be  faithful  unto  death,  nor  fear 
A  few  short  days  of  strife; 

Behold  the  prize  you  soon  shall  wear, 
A  crown  of  endless  life." 
e  7  Hear  what  the  Holy  Spirit  saith 

Of  all  who  overcome; 
o  "They  shall  escape  the  second  death, 
e       The  sinner's  awful  doom!" 

N£w*TOi« 


.  Select.  HYMN  157,  158. 457 

HYMN  157.    7  6c  6.     Clark's.  Hymn  5th.     [b*]    X^ 
Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Sardis.    Rev.  iii,  1—6. 
d  1  "^STRITE  to  Sardis,  satfh  the  Lord, 
▼  ▼    And  write  what  he  declares; 
He  whose  Spirit,  and  whose  Word, 

Upholds  the  seven  stars: 

All  thy  works  and  ways  I  search, 

Find  thy  zeal  and  love  decay'd; 

Thou  art  call'd  a  living  church, 

But  thou  art  cold  and  dead. 

2  "Watch — remember— seek,  and  strive, 
Exert  thy  former  pains: 

Let  thy  timely  care  revive, 

And  strengthen  what  remains: 
Cleanse  thy  heart,  thy  works  amend, 
Former  times  to  mind  recal; 
Lest  my  sudden  stroke  descend, 

And  smite  thee  once  for  all. 

3  Yet  I  number  now  in  thee, 
A  few  who  are  upright; 

These  my  Father's  face  shall  see; 

And  walk  with  me  in  white: 
When  in  judgment  I  appear, 
They  for  mine  shall  stand  confess'd 
Let  my  faithful  servants  bear, 

And  woe  be  to  the  rest."  Cowper. 

HYMN  158.     L.  M.     Ofiorto.     [**j 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Philadelphia.    Rev.  iii, 

7—13. 

1  npHUS  saith  the  holy  One,  and  true 

X    To  his  beloved  faithful  few; 
"Of  heav'n  and  hell  I  hold  the  keys, 
To  shut  or  open  as  I  please. 

2  "I  know  thy  works,  and  I  approve, 
Though  small  thy  strength,  sincere  thy  love; 
Go  on  my  word  and  name  to  own, 

For  none  shall  rob  thee  of  thy  crown. 

3  "Before  thee  see  my  mercy's  door 
Stands  open  wide  to  shut  no  more; 
Fear  not  temptation's  fiery  day, 
For  I  will  be  thy  strength  and  stav, 

Mjm 


458 HYMN  159. Select. 

4  "Thou  hast  my  promise,  hold  it  fast; 

Thy  trying  hour  will  soon  be  past: 

Rejoice — tor  lo!  I  quickly  come, 

To  take  thee  to  my  heav'nly  home. 
g  5  "A  pillar  there  no  more  to  move, 

Inscrib'd  with  all  my  names  of  love; 

A  monument  of  mighty  grace, 

Thou  shalt  fore  vet-  have  a  place." 
— 6  Such  is  the  conqueror's  reward, 

Prepar'd  and  promis'dby  the  Lord; 

Let  him  who  hath  the  ear  of  faith, 

Attend  to  what  the  Spirit  saith.  NewtoW 

HYMN   159.     L.  M.     Mwcourt.     [b]  ' 

C/irisfs  Address  to  the  Church  at  Laodicca.    Kev.  iiiy 

14—20. 
d  1  ¥J  EAR,  what  the  Lord,  the  great  Amen, 
JH  The  true  and  faithful  Witness,  says; 
He  form'd  the  vast  creation's  plan, 
And  searches  all  our  hearts  and  ways. 

2  To  some  he  speaks  as  once  of  old, 
d  "I  know  thee — thy  profession's  vain; 

Since  thoa  art  neither  hot  nor  cold, 
I'll  spit  thee  from  me  with  disdain. 

3  "Thou  boastest  T  am  wise  and  rich, 
Increas'd  in  goods,  and  nothing  need;' 
And  dost  not  know  thou  art  a  wretch, 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  blind,  and  dead. 

4  "Yet  while  I  thus  rebuke,  I  love, 
My  message  is  in  mercy  sent; 

That  thou  may'st  my  compassion  prove, 
I  can  forgive  if  thou  repent. 

5  "Would'st  thou  be  truly  rich  and  wise. 
Come  buy  my  gold  in  fire  well  try'd; 
My  ointment,  to  anoint  thine  eyes, 

My  robe,  thy  nakedness  to  hide. 

6  "See,  at  thy  door  I  stand  and  knock; 
Poor  sinner,  shail  I  wait  in  vain? 
Quickly  thy  stubborn  heart  unlock, 
That  I  may  enter  with  my  train. 

7  "Thou  canst  not  entertain  a  king, 
Unworthy  thou  of  such  a  guest! 
But  I  my  own  provision  bring, 

IVmake  thy  son!  a  heav'nly  feast.       N    -   T   ;, 


Select.  HYMN  160,  161.  459 

HYMN  160.     S.M.     jVt-zvton.     [*] 
Premise  to  Believers  and  their  Children. 

1  ~B   OHD,  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
.Li    Oar  eyes  delighted  trace; 

Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion's  chosen  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine: 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name, 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

3  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
And  thee,  the  sons  adore; 

Join'd  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  Thy  covenant  may  they  keep, 
And  bkss  the  happy  bands, — 

Which  closer  still  engage  their  hearts, 
To  honour  thy  commands. 
e      5  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord! 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace! 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 
o      6  Our  offspring  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God; 
To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
o  And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

Salisbury  Col. 

HYMN   161.     C.  M.     St.  jinn's.    [*] 

Christ's  condescending  Regard  to  Little  Childreft. 

Mark  x,  14. 

1    C[EE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
C5     With  all  engaging  charms; 
e  Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  Lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 
d  2  "Permit  them, to  approach" he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 
"For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
"The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
o  3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


460 HYMN  165,  163.  Select. 

— 4  Ye  little  flo.k  vv itti  pleasure  hear; 

Ye  children  seek  his  face; 
0  And  fiy  with  transports  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 
e  5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

—  Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 

e  That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart, 

a      If  weeping  o'er  their  dust.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  162.     S.  M.     Bingham.     [*] 
Infants  given  to  God  in  Baptism.    Isa.  lxv,  23.' 

1   g^lREAT  God,  now  condescend 
\~f    To  bless  our  rising  race; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 
e      2  O  what  a  vast  delight, 
Their  happiness  to  see! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

—  3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

This  ordinance  divine; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  make  these  children  thine.  Fellows". 

HYMN  163.    C.  M.     York.     [*] 

Toting  Persons  invited  to  seek  and  love  Christ.    Pror. 

viii,  17. 

1  "^ST'E  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 

A      In  smiling  crowds  draw  near; 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 

And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  welfare  to  pursue, 
d  3  ,4The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face, 

"Is  sure  my  love  to  gain; 
"And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 

"Shall  never  seek  in  vain.'* 
e  4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  oncecompai'd  with  thee? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love. 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 


Select.  HYMN  164,  165. 461 

d  5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind! 
o  'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

And  here  true  biiss  I  find.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  164.  L.  M.     Gloucester.     [*] 
Early  Piety.     Matt,  xii,  20. 

1  1IOW  soft  the  words  my  Saviour  speaks! 
XX    How  kind  the  promises  he  makes! 

A  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  will  he  quench  the  smoking  flax. 

2  The  humble    poor  he  Wont  despise, 
Nor  on  the  contrite  sinner  frown; 

His  ear  is  open  to  their  cries, 
He  quickly  sends  salvation  down. 

3  When  piety  in  early  minds, 
Like  tender  buds  begins  to  shoot, 

He  guards  the  plants  from  threat'ning  winds, 
And  ripens  blossoms  into  fruit. 

4  With  humble  souls  he  bears  a  part, 
In  all  the  sorrows  they  endure; 
Tender  and  gracious  is  his  heart, 
His  promise  is  for  ever  sure. 

5  He  sees  the  struggles  that  prevail, 
Between  the  pow'rs  of  grace  and  sin; 
He  kindly  listens  while  they  tell 
The  bitter  pangs  they  feel  within. 

6  Tho'  press'd  with  fears  on  ev'ry  side, 
They  know  not  how  the  strife  may  end; 
Yet  he  will  soon  the  cause  decide, 

And  judgment  unto  vict'ry  send.  Stexnet. 

HYMN  165.    C.     M.     Wareham.     [b*] 
Young  Persons  entreated. 
e  1  Tl  ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth, 
JO  The  gift  of  saving  grace; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
— 2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 
Ofpure-and  heav'nly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  )  ields  the  sweetest  fruit. 
Mm  2 


462  HYMN  166. Select. 

d  3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  b< -times, 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love! 
e  Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes, 

0  But  mercy  reigns  alcove. 

d  4  True  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done, 

Would  roll  you  of  your  rest. 
—5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made. 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer! 
p  For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

O  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 
— 6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove, 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach.  Cowper. 

HYMN  166.     7s.     Redeeming  Love,     [b*] 
Prayer  jor  young  Persons. 

1  l^TOW  may  fervent  prayer  arise, 

J3I    Wing'd  with  faith,  and  pierce  the  skies; 

Fervent  prayer  will  bring  us  down 

Gracious  answers  from  the  throne. 
e  2  Shepherd  of  thy  blood-bought  sheep, 

Teach  the  stony  heart  to  weep; 

Let  the  blind  have  eyes  to  see — 
e  See  themselves — and  look,  on  thee.     , 
— 3  Let  the  minds  of  all  our  youth 

Feel  the  force  of  sacred  truth; 

While  the  gospel  call  they  hear. 

May  they  learn  to  love  and  fear. 

4  Show  them  what  their  ways  have  been; 

Show  them  the  deaei  t  of  sin; 
r.  Then  thy  dying  love  reveal; 

This  shall  melt  a  heart  of  steel. 
— 5  Where  thou  hast  thy  work  begun, 

Give  new  strength  the  race  to  run; 

Scatter  darkness,  clouds,  and  fears, 

Wipe  away  the  mourner's  tears. 
— «-6  Bless  us  all,  both  old  and  young: 

Call  forth  praise rrom  ev'ry  t(  ngue; 

Let  the  whole  assembly  prove 

All  thy  power,  and  all  thy  love.  Iskwton. 


Select.  HYMN  167,   168. 463 

HYMN  167.    7s.    Fairfax,     [b] 
Prayer  for  Children. 

1  /GRACIOUS  Lord,  our  children  see; 
\yi  By  thy  mercy  ive  are  free; 

But  shall  these,  alas!  remain 
Subjects  still  of  Satan's  reign? 

2  Israel's  infants,  when  of  eld, 
Pharaoh  threaten'd  to  withhold; 

d  Then  thy  Messenger,  said  "No: 

"Let  the  children  also  go." 
e  3  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 

Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 

Slew  with  an  avenging  hand. 

All  the  first-born  of  the  land; — 
o  4  Then  thy  people's  doors  he  pass'd, 

Where  the  bloody  sign  was  plac'd: 
e  Hear  us  now  upon  our  knees, 

Plead  the  blood  of  Christ  for  these. 
e  5  Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know- 
Plow  the  fierce  malicious  foe,         » 

Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 

Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight. 
— 6  Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings! 

Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings: 
e  Lest  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 

Seize  and  bear  the  brood  away.  Cow  per  . 

HYMN  168.     8  8c  7.     Calvary,     [b] 

Surrender  to  infinite  Love. Sacramental. 

1  TS^HRN  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding, 

f  ▼    For  my  sins,  upon  the"  tree; 
e  O  how  wondrous! — how  exceeding 

Great  his  love  appears  to  me! 
e  2  Floods  of  deep  distress  and  anguish, 

To  impede  his  labours  came? 
— Yet  they  all  could  not  extinguish 
Love's  eternal,  burning  flame. 
e  3  Now  redemption  is  completed, 

Full  salvation  is  procur'd: 
0   Death  and  Satan  arc  defeated, 
By  the  sufferings  he  endurtd, 


464  HYMN  169,  170.  Select- 

o  4  Now  the  gracious  Mediator, 

Risen  to  the  courts  of  bliss, 
Claims  forme  a  sinful  creature, 

Pardon,  righteousness,  and  peace. 
— 5  Sure  such  infinite  affection 

Lays  the  highest  claims  to  mine? 
•  All  my  pow'rs  without  exception, 

Should  in  fervent  praises  join. 
—6  Jesus,  fit  me  for  thy  service, 

Form  me  for  thyself  alone; 
e  I  am  thy  most  costly  purchase; 

Take  possession  of  thy  own.  Lk.f,. 

HYMN  169.     C.     M.         Canterbury,     [i,*] 

Christ's  Flesh  Meat  iiideed.     Sacramental.     Johu.   vi, 

53—50. 

1  TTERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
JLt.  To  feed  on  food  divine? 

Tbr  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  who  prepares  this  rich  repast, 
Himself  comes  down  and  dies? 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow? 
Oh,  what  delightful  food! 

We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine — 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd, 
Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

For  me — each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
Twiis  all  procur'd  for  me. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 
Dear  Saviour — so  divine! 

Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine.         Stennkt. 

HYMN  170.     C.  M.     York:  Barby.     [*] 
Welcome  to  the  Table.    Sacramental. 
J   PTpIilS  is  the  feast  of  heav'nly  wine, 

jl    And  God  invites  to  sup; 
The  jnW.es  of  the  living  vine. 
Were  prev.'d  to  fill  the  cup. 


Select.  HYMN  in. 465 

o  2  Ob,  bless  the  Saviour,  ye  who  eat, 

With  royal  dainties  fed; 
— Not  heav'n  affords  a  costlier  treat, 
e      For  Jesus  is  the  bread! 
c  3  The  vile,  the  lost— he  calls  to  them; 
d       "Ye  trembling  souls  appear! 
"The  righteous  in  their  own  esteem, 

"Have  no  acceptance  here. 
4  "Approach,  ye  poor,  nor  dare  refuse 

"The  banquet  spread  for  you:" 
c  Dear  Saviour,  this  is  welcome  news, 
o      Then  I  may  venture  too. 
— 5  If  guilt  and  sin  afford  a  plea, 

And  may  obtain  a  place; 
o  Surely  the  Lord  will  welcome  me, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face.  Cowpee. 

HYMN   171.     L.  M.     Gloucester,     [b*] 
Christ  Crucified.    Sach*  cental. 

1  "VST^HEN  on  the  cross,  my  Lord  I  see, 

f  ▼    Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  mc; 
— Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart* 
In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part.; 

e  I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes, 
p  But  see, — he  bows  his  head  and  dies! 
— 3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
a  Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood! 
e  Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near; 
— The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains; 

I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains: 

Only  the  fountain-head  above, 

Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 
e  5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel! 

Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal; 
o  Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 

The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  Name. 
6  6  Thy  Name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear; 

Affords  a  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
d  And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound.    Newton. 


466 HYMN  tyg,  173.  Select; 

HYMN  172.     C.   M.i    Barby.     [b*] 
Jesus  hasting  to  suffer.    Sacramental. 

e  1  FliHE  Saviour—what  a  noble  flame 

J-    Was  kindled  in  his  breast; 
— When  hasting  to  Jerusalem, 

He  march'd  before  the  rest! 
o  2  Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  ev'ry  thought  engross: 
e  He  longs  to  be  baptiz'd  with  blood! 

He  pants  to  reach  the  cross! 
e  3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view. 

And  woes,  to  us  unknown, 
o  Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew — 

'Twas  love  that  urg'd  him  on. 
e  4  Lord,  we  return  thee — what  we  can! 
o       Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 

Salvation,  to  the  dying  Man, 
g      And  to  the  rising  God! 
— 5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here, 

Engage  our  wond'ring  eyes; 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
o       And  hasten  to  the  skies.  Cowper; 

HYMN  173.     8.  7  &  4      H'/mdey.     [*] 
It  is  finished.    Sacramental. 

e  1  "|T ARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,. 

Xm.  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 
9       See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky! 
d  "It  is  finish'd!"— 

e  Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 
d  2  It  is  finish'd! — O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford! 
o  Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord, 
tl  It  is  finish'd! — 

e  Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
— 3  Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law; 
Finish'd — all  that  God  had  promis'd; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe: 
4  It  is  finish'd! 

— Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 


Selrct.  HYMN  174,  175.  467 

o  4  Ransom 'd  ones,  approach  the  table — 
Taste  the  soul  reviving  food: 
Nothing's  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant, 
As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood. 
d  It  is  finish'd — 

— Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load, 
o  5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 
o  All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name, 

Hallelujah] 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb!     Burder's  Col. 

HYMN  174.     7s.     Fairfax.     [*i>]  ' 

It  is  good  to  be  here.     Sacramental. 

1  T  ET  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
a       -Li  Weep — and  love  my  life  away! 
e  While  I  see  him  on  the  tree, 
a  Weep — and  bleed — and  die  for  me! 
— 2  That  dear  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 

Shows  my  sin  in  all  its  guilt: 
p  Ah,  my  soul,  behold  the  load! 
a  Hast  thou  slain  the  Lamb  of  God! 
d  3  Hark!  his  dying  word,  "Forgive, 

"Father,  let  the  sinner  live: 

"Sinner,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 

"I  thy  ransom  freely  pay." 
— 4  While  I  hear  this  grace  reveal'd, 

And  obtain  a  pardon  seal'd; 

All  my  soft  affections  move, 

Waken'd  by  the  force  of  love. 
d  5  Farewell,  world,  the  gold  is  dross, 

Now  I  see  the  bleeding  Cross; 
— Jesus  died  to  set  me  free, 

From  the  law,  and  sin,  and  thee! 

6  He  has  dearly  bought  my  soul, 

Lord,  accept,  and  claim  the  whole; 

To  thy  will  I  all  resign, 
e  Now  no  more  my  own,  but  thine.      Newton. 

HYMN   175.     B.  M.     Bethesda.     [*] 
The  Fountain  of  Life.     Sacramental. 
t  TJA.IL,  everlasting  Spring! 
XL  Celestial  Fountain,  hail! 


468 HYMN    176. Select 

Thy  streams  salvation  bring, 
The  waters  never  fail: 
Still  they  endure,  and  still  they  flow, 
For  ail  our  woe  a  sov'reign  cure, 
o       2  Blest  be  His  wounded  side, 
And  blest  his  bleeding  heart, 
Who  all  in  anguish  died, 
Such  favours  to  impart. 
His  sacred  blood  shall  make  us  clean 
From  ev'ry  sin — and  lit  for  God. 
3  To  that  dear  source  of  love, 
<— .        Our  souls  this  day  would  come: 
And  thither  from  above, 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home; 
o  That  Jew  and  Greek,  with  rapt'rous  songs, 
On  all  their  tongues,  thy  praise  may  speak. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  176.     C.  M.     Christmas.     [*] 
Highway  to  Zion.     Isa.  xxxv,  8—10. 

1  QING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
k3  Your  great  deliverer  sing, 

Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  has  rais'd, 
e      How  holy,  and  how  plain! 

— Nor  shall  the  simplest  traveler  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  Nor  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 
Nor  lurking  serpent  Wound; 

Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Thro'  all  the  path  are  found. 
o  4  A  hand  Divine  shall  lead  you  on, 
Through  all  the  blissful  road; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise; 
And  sec  your  smiling  God. 
o  5  These  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bio  un  on  every  head; 
While  sorrow,  sighing  and  distress, 
idow    all  are  Ho  1. 
g  6  M  ir&h  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength; 
ue  his  footsteps  still; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 

Vv  Uiie  labouring  up  the  hill.     Doddridge- 


Select.  HYMN  177",  178.  469 

HYMN  177.    8  &  7.     Drummond.     [*] 
Safety  and  Happiness  of  Zion.     laa.  xxxiii,  20,  21. 
1   jjri  LORIoUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
tJT  Zion,  city  of  our  God! 
e  He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode: 
g  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes". 
o  2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  son's  and  daughters, 
And  ali  fear  of  want  remove: 
e  Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river, 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t' assuage? 
— Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 
o  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near: 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner. 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 
Newton, 

HYMN  178,    L.  M.    B  ten  don.     [*] 

God  tlie  Defence  of  Zion.    Ezek.  xlviii,  35. 

IAS  birds  their  infant  brood  protect, 

J\  And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  them;. 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
d  "So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem." 
e  2  And  what  then  is  Jerusalem, 
"This  darling  object  of  Uis  care? 

Where  is  its  worth  in  God's  esteem? 
a  Who  built  it? — Who  inhabits  there? 
— 3  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 

The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son; 

There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  Godj 

The  sinners,  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

4  There,  tho'  besieg'd  on  every  side, 

Yet  much  belov'd,  and  guarded  well; 


4T0 HYMN  179,  18,0.  Select 

o  From  age  to  age  they  have  deti'd 

The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 
e  5  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair, 
o  This  city  has  a  sure  defence; 
d  Her  name  is  call'd,  "The  Lord  is  there;" 
e  And  who  has  power  to  drive  them  thence? 

COWPER. 

HYMN  179.     8  &  7.     Urummond.     [*] 
Future  Peace  and  Glory  of  Zion.    Isa.  lx,  15,  20. 

1   ¥]|EAR  what  God  the  Lord  bath  spoken, 
e       XI  "O  my  peopk,  faint  and  few; 

Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
o       Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you: 
— Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways: 
d  You  shall  name  your  walls  Salvation, — 
—    And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise,,, 
b  2  There  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures,  without  end,  shall  flow; 
— For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 
All  his  bounty  shall  bestow: 
Still  in  undis*.urb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression — 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 
3  Ye,  no  more  your  suns  declining, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see; 
But,  your  griefs  forever  euding, 
Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
o  God  will  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 
g  He  the  Lord  will  be  yuiir  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light.  Cowper. 

HYMN  180      L.  M.     Worshifi.     [b] 
Prayer  for  Zion. 

1  XNDULGENT  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
JL  And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 
e  2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest. 
Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise; 


Select. HYMN  181. 471 

— Till  thy  o'wn  power  shall  stand  contend, 

And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise? 
e  3  For  this,  a  lowly  suppliant  crowd, 

Here  in  thy  sacred  temple  wait: 
— For  this  we  lift  our  voices  loud, 

And  call,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 
e  4  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolations  round; 
e  See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
— And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground, 
o  5  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 

Lfct  all  the  Isles  their  Saviour  know, 

And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

Doddridge, 

HYMN  181.     L.  M.     Blendon.     [b*] 
Prayer  for  Ziorfs  Increase.    Isa.  li,  9. 
d  1     A  RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake! 

J\  Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shak^ 
— And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 

Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
d  "I  am  Jehovah — God  alone!" 
— Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 

And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 
e  3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt — 

Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt! 

But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
e  The  brood  that  ilow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 
o  4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  thy  power  extend-, 

Let  Mahomet's  impostures  end; 

Break  superstition's  Papal  chain, 

And  the  proud  scoffers  rage  restrain. 
o  5  Let  Zion's  time  of  favour  come; 

O  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home: 

And  let  our  wondering  eyes  behold, 

Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Christ's  one  fold. 
g  6  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 

In  every  land  of  every  name; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 

And  crown  the  Saviour — JL.ORD  of  all. 

Miss.  Coia 


472  HYMN  182,  183.  Select. 

HYMN  182.     L.  M.    Leeds.     [*] 

Longing  Jor  the  promised  Spread  of  the    Gospel.  Dan. 
li,   45. 

1  "l^.XERT  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain, 
e       -Ci  Insulted — everlasting  King' 
— The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase. 

And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 
£  2  We  long  to  see  that  happy  time, 

Tint  dear,  expected,  blessed  day! 
o  When  countless  myriads  of  our  race 

The  second  Adam  shall  obey. 
—3  The  prophecies  must  be  fulfill'd, 

Tho'  earth  and  hell  should  dare  oppose; 

Tne  Stone  cut  from  the  mountain's  side, 

Tho'  unobserv'd,  to  empire  grows. 

4  Soon  shall  the  blended  Image  fall, 
Brass,  silver,  iiy>n,  gold,  and  clay; 
And  superstition's  gloomy  reign, 
To  light  and  liberty  give  way. 

5  In  one  sweet  symphony  of  praise, 
o  Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite; 

And  Infidelity  asham'd, 

Sink  in  the  abyss  of  endless  night. 

6  Soon  Afric's  long  enslaved  sons, 
Shall  join  with  Europe's  polish'd  race, 
To  celebrate,  in  different  tongues, 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace. 

g  7  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Emmanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend; 

— And  every  man,  in  every  face, 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend.  Voke. 

HYMtf  183.     C.  M.     Mitcham.     [*]" 
Prayer  for    the  Success  of  Missions.    Ps.  lxxii,  7,   8. 

1   T  ORD,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 
Li  Arm'd  with  thy  Spirit's  power; 
•  Ten  thousand  shall  confess  its  sway, 

And  bless  the  saving  hour, 
o  2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 
The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens,  and  fruits  array'd— 
g      A  blooming  Paradise. 


Select.  HYMN  184. 473 

— 3  True  holiness  shall  sti  ike  its  root, 

In  each  regen'iate  heart; 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 

And  heav'nly  frui-s  impart. 
e  4  Peace,  with  her  olives  crown'd,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 

Nor  murd'rous  cannon  roar. 
—  5  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait — those  days 

Are  in  thy   vord  foretold; 
o  Fly  swifter,  sun,  and  stars,  and  bring 

This  promis'd  age  of  gold, 
e  6  Amen — with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 

Unnumber'd  myriads  cry; 
g  Amen — with  joy  divine,  let  heav'n's 

Unnumber'd  choirs  reply.  Gibbons. 

HYMN  184.     CM.     Weldon.     [*] 
Prayer  J  or  JMixionaries. 
1   |^1REAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

\M  Are  by  creation  thine; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine, 
o  2  But,  L^rd,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind, 
g  3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread-^- 
The  spacious  earth  around; 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  jovful  sound. 
p  4  O  .vhen  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 
Enjoy  the  heavenly  word? 
And  vassals  long  enslav'd  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord! 
c  5  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Heathen  tribes, 
A  dark  oewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Emmanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  see  his  grace? 
6  Haste,  sovereign  Mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love: 
Soften  the  tiger  to  the  lamb, 
The  vulture  to  a  dove. 
Nn2 


4T4 HYMN  185. Select. 

7  Smile,   Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt, 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays; 
g  And  buiid,  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne, 

The  temples  of  thy  praise. Rippon. 

HYMN  185.    10s.     Walworth.     [*] 
Prayer  for   the  Latter  Day  Glory. 
1  T  ORD  of  all  worlds,  incline  thy  bounteous  ear, 
|_|  Tliy  children's  voice,  in  tender  mercy  hear, 
Bear  thy  bles-t  promise,  fix'd  as  hills,  in  mind, 
And  shed  renewing  grace  on  lost  mankind: 
O  let  thy  Spirit  like  soft  dews  descend; 
Thy  gospel  liin  to  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  Zion's  walls  before  thee  ceaseless  stand, 
Dear  as  thine  eye,  and  graven  on  thy  hand; 
From  earth's  far  regions  Jacob's  sons  restore, 
Oppress'dby  man,  and  scourg'd  by  thee.no  more; 
Enrich'd  with  gold,  adorn 'd  with  heavenly  grace, 
Truth  their  sole  guide,  and  all  their  pleasure  praise. 

3  Then  Satan's  kingdom  shall  from  earth  retire, 
Dead  forms  dissolve,  and  furious  zeal  expire, 
The  Beast's  fell  throne  shall  darkness  dire  surround, 
Mohammed's  empire  tumble  to  the  ground; 
The  dreams  of  Infidels  in  smoke  decay, 
And  all  the  foes  of  heaven  shall  fleet  away. 

4  In  barren  wilds  shall  living  waters  spring, 
Fair  temples  rise,  and  songs  of  transport  ring; 
The  savage  mind  with  sweet  affection  warm, 
And  light  and  love  the  yielding  bosom  charm: 
From  sin's  oblivions  sleep  the  soul  arise, 
And  grace  and  goodness,  show  'r  from  balmy  skies . 

5  Then  shall  mankind  no  more  in  darkness  mourn, 
Then  happy  nations  in  a  day  be  born; 
From  east  to  west  thy  glorious  Name  be  one, 
And  one  pure  worship  hail  th'  eternal  Son: 
Remotest  realms  one  spotless  faith  unite, 
And  o'er  all  regions  beam  the  Gospel's  light. 

6  Then  shall  thy  saints  exult  with  joy  divine; 
Their  virtues  quicken,  and  their  lives  refine; 
Their  soul-i  improve,  their  songs  more  grateful  rise, 
A  fd  sweeter  incense  cheer  the  morning  skies: 
Heaven  o'er  the  world  unfold  a  brighter  day, 
And  Jesuo  spcead  his  reign  from  sea  to  sea. 

DWIGHT. 


Select.  HYMN  18C,  187. 475 

HYMN  186.     C.  M.     Bethlehem.     [*] 
Zion  exalted  above  the  h'ills.     Isa.  xxii,  4. 
1   £"VER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God, 

v_r  In  latter  days  shall  rise- 
Above  the  summit  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 
o  2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
.    All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 

And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 
3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  lighten  every  land; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  tow'rs, 
Shall  the  whole  world  command, 
e  4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 
His  judgments  truth  shall  guide; 
o  His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 

And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 
e  5  No  war  shall  rage,  no  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years; 
—To  plough-  shares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 

To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 
o  6  Come  then,  O  house  of  Jacob,  come, 

And  worship  at  his  shrine; 
g  And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Scotch  Paraphrase. 

HYMN  187.     L.  M.     Castle   Street.     [*] 
Millennium,     [sa.  xi,  5 — 9.     Rev.  xx,  4 — 10. 
1  T  OOK.  up,  my  soul,  with  glad  surprise, 

M.A  Towards  the  joyful,  coming  day; 
When  Jesus  shall  descend  the  skies, 
And  form  a  bright,  a  glorious  day. 
o  2  Nations  shall  in  a  day  be  bom, 
And-swift,  like  doves,  to  Jesus  fly; 
— The  saints  shall  know  no  clouds  return, 

Nor  sorrows  mingled  with  their  joy. 
b  3  The  lion  and  the  lamb  shall  feed 

Together,  in  his  peaceful  reign; 
—And  Zion,  blest  with  .heav'nly  bread, 
Of  pinching  wants  no  more  complain. 


476 HYMN  188,  189.  Select. 

4  The  Jew,  the  Greek,  the  bond,  the  free, 

Shall  boast  their  sev'ral  rights  no  more; 
o  B  it  join  in  sweetest  harmony, 

Their  Lord,  their  Sov'reign  to  adore. 
— 5  Thus,  till  a  thousand  years  are  pass'd, 

And  Satan  must  be  loos'd  again; 

Short  is  the  time  his  reign  shall  last, 
a  Ere  he's  confin'd  in  endless  pain, 
o  6  But  the  blest  saints  shall  mount  on  high, 

Where  their  deliv'ring  Prince  is  gone; 
s  Angel's  at  God's  command  shall  fly, 

To  bless  then  with  a  conqueror's  crown.  Anok. 

HYMN  188.     8  Sc  7.     Sicilian.     [*] 
Collection  for  the  Spread  of  the  Gospel. 
1  "^nfTITH  mv  substance  I  will  honour 

u     Mv  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
AH  were  nothing  to  his  word, 
o  2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim; 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station, 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 
— »3  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted, 
May  the  world  the  Saviour  know; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted. 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
o  4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations; 

Praise  him  all  ye  hosts  above; 
s  Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine — victorious  love.  Francis. 

HYMN  189.     S.  M.     jVewton.     [*] 
Charitable  Collection.    1  Chron.   xxix,  li. 
1  rgiiiY  bounties,  gracious  Lord, 
M-    With  gratitude  we  own; 
We  praise  thy  providential  grace, 
That  showers  its  blessings  down. 
•       2  With  joy  the  people  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 
With  thankful  souls,  behold,  we  pay 
A  tribute  or  thine  own. 
e       3  Accept  tii is  bumble  mite. 

Great  soveicign  Lord  of  all; 
.Sot  let  o\ir  nun**rous  mingling  hias 
The  sacred  ointment  spoil. 


Select.  HYMN  190,  191.  477> 


4  Let  the  Redeemer's  blood 

Diffuse  its  virtues  wide: 
Hallow  and  cleanse  our  every  gift, 
And  all  our  follies  hide. 
e      5  O  may  this  sacrifice 

To  thee  the  Lord  ascend, 
—An  odour  of  a  sweet  perfume, 

Presented  by  his  hand. 
o      6  Well  pleas'd  our  God  shall  view 
The  products  of  his  grace; 
And,  in  a  plentiful  reward, 

Fulfil  his  promises. ?CJ^Z2L 

HYMN  190.     CM.    Hymn  2d.     [*] 
The  Good  Samaritan.    Luke  x,  30 — §7. 

1  T^ATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 

Jl      All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  ebedient  souis 

The  image  of  thy  love. 
b  2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know; 
Kindly  to  share  in  others' joy, 

And  weep  for  others'  woe. 
e  3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress  are  laid; 
p  Soft  be  cur  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
o      Aid  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 
— 4  So  Jesus  10v>k'd  on  dying  men, 

When  thfon'd  above  the  skies; 
And  midst  the  embraces  of  thy  love, 

He  felt  compassion  rise. 
o  5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground; 
e  And  gave  the  richest  of  his  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound.  Doddridge. 

HYMN   39 i,     C.  M.     Devizes.  [*] 
Nature  and  Fruits  of  Charity. 

1   f\  CHARITY,  thou  heav'nly  grace! 

"     All  tender,  soft  and  kind.' 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 

To  all  that's  good  inctin'di 


478 HYMN  192.  Select. 

2  The  man  of  charity  extends 
To  all  his  lib'ral  hand; 

His  kindred,  neighbours,  foes  and  friends 
His  pity  may  command. 

3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress; 
He  hears  when  they  complain; 

With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
And  lessen  all  their  pain. 

4  The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 
And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 

In  him  a  benefactor  find — 
He  loves  to  give  relief. 

o  5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sweet;- 

'Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise, 
With  willing  minds  and  ardent  feet* 

To  yonder  happy  skies. 
—6  Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue; 
o  Tims  shall  we  be  with  glory  crown'd, 
e       And  love  as  angels  do.  Proud. 

HYMN  192-    CM.     fir.yfair'*.     [*] 

Relieving'  Christ  in  his  Members.     Matt,  xxv,  4$ 
e  1    ~|"ESUS,  tny  Lord,  now  rich  thy  grace! 
•J      Thv  bounties!  how  complete! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum? 
How  pay  the  mighty  deb'? 
g  2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine; 
c  What  can  my  poverty  bestow— 

When  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 
—3  Bat  thou  hast  brethren  here  below; 
The  partners  of  thy  grace; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names, 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 
e  4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  cloth'd  and  fed* 
And  visited  and  cheer'd, 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

5  Thy  face  with  rev'rence  and  with  love, 

I,  in  the  poor  would  see; 
O  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread, 

Than  hold  it  back  from  thee.   Doddridge. 


Select HYMN    193.  479 

HYMN  193.     8  &  7.'     [*] 
A  Charity  Hymn. 

1  T  ORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
JLj    Thou,  in  glory,  uncunhn'd, 

Deign 'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling, 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love  through  all  creation, 
Beams  like  thy  diffusive. light; 

So  the  scorn'd  and  bumble  station, 
Shrinks  before  thine  equal  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  ail  providing, 
VVarm'd  thy  faithful  ptophet's  tongue; 

Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Isiaei  sung: — 

4  "  When  thy  harvest  yielos  thee  pleasure;, 
"Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shah  oiud, 

"To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
"Of  the  scatcer'd  ears  behind." 


"These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless, 
"The  widow  and  the  fatherless;" 

5  "When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 
"Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain; 

"Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 
"But  not  search  the  bough  again." 
chorus. — "These,  &c." 

6  "When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 
"Gladdens  thy  autumnal  scene; 

"Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
"But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean." 
chorus. — "These,  Sec." 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 
Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree; 

Mercy,  every  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 
Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care; 

Screen'd  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 


480  HYMN    194,    195.  Select. 

HYMN  194.    L.  M.     Sicilian.     [*] 
Meeting  of  Christian  Friends. 

1  TTIN-DRED  in  Christ,  for  his  de,-r  sake, 
JV     A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 

May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 
o  2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  is  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name; 

And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 

Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 
— 3  May  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  spirit  from  above; 

Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  oar  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme, 

When  chris. ians  see  each  other  thus; 
r  We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him, 
a  Who  lived — and  died — and  reigns — for  us. 
e  5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'dfor  us  here  below; 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  U3  now. 
—6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore; 
o  And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet — to  part  no  more. 

Newton. 

HYMN  195.    S.  M,    Bingham.     [*] 
Parting  of  Christian  Friends. 
1  T&LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
JlJ    Our  hearts  in  christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
e      2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
—    3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
c  And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


Select  HYMN    106,    197. 481 

e       4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
— But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 
o      5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
—    6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free; 
g  And  perfect  love   and  friendship  reign, 

Through  all  eternity.  Fawcett. 

HYMN  196.    C.  M.     Hymn  2d.    St.  Ann's.     [*] 
A  Marriage  Hymn. 
1   QINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
O     To  grace  a  marriage  least, 
Dear  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 
e  2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 
Whd  now  have  plighted  hands; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 
— 3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow? 
Of  all  rich  dowries  best; 
Their  substance  bless  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

e  4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 
That  they  with  christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burthens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  shore. 
—5  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  gave 
A  pattern  chaste  and  kind; 
So  may  this  married  couple  live, 
e       And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 
6  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 
And  life's  short  space  be  o'er; 
o  May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  197.     8  &  7.     Sicilian.     [*]       ~"^ 
A  Marriage  Hymn. 
1  (flOME,  thou  condescending  Jesus! 
\J    Thou  hast  blest  a  marriage  feast; 
Oo 


4&2  HYMN    198.  Select. 

„. _    ... .  .,.,. ...        ,. — ..,..« i   i   >.  ._ 

Come,  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us, 

Deign  to  be  an  honour'd  guest. 
2  Once  at  Cana's  happy  village, 

Thou  didst  heavenly  joy  impart; 
Though  unseen,  may  thy  blest  image 
Be  inscribed  on  ev'ry  heart.) 
e  3  Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 

On  the  happy  pair  to  rest; 
—May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 
4  Thou  canst  change  the  course  of  nature,, 
Turning  water  into  wine; 
e  But  we  ask  a  greater  favour — 

May  they  be  forever  thine. 
—5  Thine  by  cov'nant  and  adoption, 
Thine  by  free  and  sov'reign  grace; 
May  they,  in  each  word  and  action, 
Do  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 
6  Gracious  Lord,  from  thy  free  bounty, 

Fill  their  basket  and  their  store; 
Give  them  with  their  health  and  plenty, 
Hearts  thy  goodness  to  adore. 
e  7  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling, 
May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 
For  thy  mercies  still  increasing, 

To  their  best,  their  kindest  Friend. 
->~8  Through  this  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 
Storms  are  thick  and  dangers  nigh; 
O  may  constant  pure  devotion, 

Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  high. 
e  9  When  by  death's  cold  hand  divided, 

Which  dissolves  the  tenderest  ties; 
-*-By  thy  grace  again  united. 

May  they  in  thy  image  rise, 
o  10  Come,  thou  condescending  Jesus, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  songs  of  praise; 
Conte  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us, 
Make  us  subjects  of  thv  grace.  Codman'sCol, 

HYMN  198.    L.  M.     Green's.     [*j        ~~' 

v2  Family  Hymn. 
ATHER  of  men,  thy    care  we  bless, 
Which  erowne  our  families  with  peace, 


*F 


Select,  HYMN  199,  200. 486 

From  thee  they  sprung,  and  by  thy  hand 

Their  root  and  branches  are  sustain'd. 
e  2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 

Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd; 

Who,  Lord  of  Heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 

With  saiuts  in  their  obscurest  cell. 
—3  To  thee  may  each  united  House, 

Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows; 

Our  servants  here,  and  rising  race, 

Be  taught  thy  precepts,  and  thy  grace. 
q  4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 

The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name-; 
g  While  pleas'd,  and  thankful,  we  remove 

To  j-oin  the  family  above.  Doddridge, 

HYMN  199.     L.  M.     Portugal.     [*] 
A  Morning  Hymn. 

1     A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  smi, 
J\  Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 

Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 

To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 
e  2  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew! 

Scatter  my  sins  like  morning  dew; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 

And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 
— 3  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 

All  I$design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite, 
o  4  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 

Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below: 

Praise  him  above,  angelic  host; — 
g  Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.         Kfnn* 

HYMN  200.    7s.    Pleyd's.     [*] 
A  Jloniing-  Hymn. 

1  1VFOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone; 
J3I   Now  the  morning  fight -isicQinej; 

Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to  day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  our  sight; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to  day, 

Help  us  labour,  help  us  pray. 


I 

484  HYMN  201,  202.  Select. 

•  '  ■       -  it 

3  K  ep  our  haughty  passions  bound; 
Save  us  trom  our  foes  around; 
Going  out,  and  conning  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 

0  receive  us  then  at  last! 

o  Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 

When  we  reach  the  beavenlv  shore.  Hart. Col. 

HYMN  201.    L.  M.     Worship.  Sicilian.     [*] 
An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  i^i  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
vJT     For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light; 

Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed: 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may, 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  '  et  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 
And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close: 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest; 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God  from  whence  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Pt  iuse  him  above  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.         KENN. 

HYMN  202.    8s.    Bethany,     [*] 
An  Evening  Hymn. 
1  TNSPIRER  and  Hearer  of  Prayer, 

l  Thou  Feeder  and  Guardian  of  thine;  j 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 


Select.  HYMN  203. _485- 

o  2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me; 

And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 
e  3  A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  forever  at  hand; 

Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 
— 4  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread; 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh; 

And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed, 

Shall  in  the  night  season  supply, 
o  5  His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend; 
o  And  wells  of  salvation  surround, 

The  soul  he  delights  to  defend.         Toplady. 

'  HYMN  203.     C.  M.     Barby.     [*]  ' 

A  Ilynm  for  Morning  or  Evening. 
1  £\N  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 

\J     My  waking  thoughts  attend; 
In  whom  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  whom  my  wishes  end, 
e  2  My  soul  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys; 
— And  fir'd  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares  • 

The  sacrifice  of  praise. 
e  3  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  thy  protection  blest; 
b  In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest, 
o  4  My  spirit  in  thy  hands  secure, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill; 
For  whether  waking,  or  asleep. 
Thou.  Lord,  art  with  me  stili. 
o  5  Then  will  I  daily  to  the  world 
Thy  wondrous  acts  proclaim; 
Whilst  all  with  me  biiall  praise  and  sing, 
And  bless  the  barred  Name. 
e  6  At  morn,  at  noon,  at  night  I'll  still 

Thy  growing  work  pursue] 
s  And  thee  alone  will  praise  to  whom 

Eternal  praise  is  due.  lav.  Col. 

Oo2 


486  HYMN    204.  Select* 

HYMN  204.     L.  P    M.     Devotion.     [*] 

Daily  Duties.     Dependenee  and  Enjoyment.     Rom.  xiv, 

8. — Morning  or  Evening. 

1  "VI /" HEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 

?  ▼     The  morning  light  salntes  my  eyes, 
O  S.m  of  Righteousness  divine. 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When,  to  hea^  en's  great  and  glorious  King, 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring; 

And  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name: 
Then,  Jesus,  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares; 

0  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend: 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divme, 
And  be  thy  great  example  mine. 

4  When  pain  transfixes  every  part, 
And  languor  settles  at  the  heart; 
When  on  my  bed,  diseas'd,  oppress'd, 

1  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest; 
O  great  Physician!  see  my  grief, 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  consuming  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low; 
And  neither  help/nor  hope  appear, 
My  steps  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer; 
Lord,  pity,  and  supply  my  need. 

For  thou  on  earth  wast  poor  indeed. 

6  Should  Providence  profusely  pour 
Its  various  blessings  in  my  store; 

O  keep  me  from  the  ills,  that  wait 
On  such  a  seeming  prosperous  state; 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  I  walk  with  thee. 

7  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  bless'd, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest; 


Select  HYMN    205,206, 487 

And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 

0  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

8  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  thine  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed: 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
"To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise." 

HYMN  205.    C.  M.     Barby.  St.  Ann's,     [*b] 
Religion  the  One  Thing  needjul. 

1  "O  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern, 
Xl)     Of  mortals  here  below; 

May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows; 

Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 
Be  joined  with  godly  fear; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
Through  my  remaining  days; 

And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine, 
To  my  Redeemer's  prafse. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire; 
Let  warm  affections  rise; 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 

1  o  mount  above  the  skies.  Fawcett. 

HYMN  206.     C.  M.     Devizes.     [*] 
Spring. 
1  WHEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
▼  T      And  blossoms  deck  the  spray; 


4'3S  HYMN    207.  Select 

And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 

How  sweet  the  vernal  clay! 
e  2  Hark!  how  the  feather'd  warblers  sing! 
—   'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice; 
e  Soft  music  hails  the  lonely  spring, 
o      And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 
— 3  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies! 

The  showers,  with  blessings  fraught, 
Bid  virtue,  beauty,  fragrance  rise, 

And  fix  the  roving  thought. 
e  4  Then  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  Hand  that  deigns  to  bless 

The  garden,  field,  and  grove, 
g  5  That  bounteous  Hand  my  thoughts  adore, 

Beyond  expression  kind. 
Hath  better,  nobler  gifts  in  store, 

To  bless  the  cra\ing  mind. 
e  6  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart; 
— Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 

Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 
o  7  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 

Giad  nature's  cheerful  song; 
s  And  love  and  gratitude  divine 

Attune  my  joyful  song.  Steele. 

.     HYMN  207.    8s.     Ux bridge.     [*] 
Spring. 

1  "OT OW  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead, 
J-A  Tie  daisies  and  cowslips  are  seen! 

The  flocks  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green! 

2  The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers. 
The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, — 
Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  sweet  flowers, 
All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 

e  3  Shall  man  the  great  master  of  all, 

The  only  insensible  prove? 
d  Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call — 

Forbid  it,  devotion  and  love, 
g  4  The  Lord,  who  such  wonders  can  raise, 

And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod, 


Select.  HYMN  208,  209. 489 

My  iips  shall  incessantly  praise — 

My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God. 

HYMN  208.     C.  M.     Doxology.     [*] 
Summer:   A  Harvest  Hymn. 
1  rilO  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, 

JL    My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers: 
He  calls — and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 
g  2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps, 
My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 
o  3  Well  pleas'd  the  toiling  swains  behold 
The  waving  yellow  crop; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 
e  4s  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  righteousness; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams, 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 
o  5  Then  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 
Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop; 
The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 
What  I  have  sow'd  in  hope.  Rippon. 

HYMN   209.    C.    M.    Abridge,     [b] 
Prayer  for  Rain. 

1  ]VfOW  may  the  Lord  of  earth  and  skies 
-L^l    Regard  us  when  we  call; 

'Tis  he  who  bids  the  vapours  rise 
And  showers  abundant  fall. 

2  On  thee,  our  God,  we  all  depend, 
For  life,  and  health,  and  food;* 

O  make  refreshing  showers  descend, 

And  crown  the  year  with  good. 
3j  The  evil  and  the  just  partake, 

These  bounties  of  thy  hand; 
Nor  will  a  God  of  love  forsake, 

This  long  indulged  land. 
4  Let  grace  come  down,  like  copious  rains, 

On  Zion's  drooping  field? 
So  shall  our  souls  revive  again, 

And  fruit  abundant  yield. 


490  HYMN  210,  all.  Select. 

0  5  Then  smiling  nature  shall  express 

Her  mighty  Maker's  praise; 
And  we,  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

Join  her  harmonious,  lays.     Bidder's  Col. 

HYMN  210.    L.  M.    Psalm  97th.     [*b] 
Autumn. 

1  QEE  how  brown  autumn  spreads  the  field, 
k5  Mark— how  the  whitening  hills  are  tum'd: 
Behold  them  to  the  reapers  yield, — 
The  wheat  is  suv'd — the  tares  are  burn'd. 

e  2  Thus  the  great  Judge  with  glory  crown'd 

Despends  to  reap  the  ripen'd  earth? 
g  Angelic  guards  attend  him  down, 

The  same  who  sang  his  humble  birth. 

3  In  sounds  of  glory  hear  him  speak, 
d  "Go  search  around  the  flaming  world; 

"Haste — call  my  saints  to  rise,  and  take 
"The  seats  from  which  their  foes  were  hurl'd. 

4  "Go,  burn  the  chaff  in  endless  fire, 
"Inflames,  unquench'd  consume  each  tare; 
"Sinners  must  feel  my  holy  ire, 
"And  sink  in  guilt — to  deep  despair." 

a  5  Thus  ends  the  harvest  of  the  earth: — 

— Angels  obey  the  awful  voice? 

d  They  save  the  wheat — they  burn  the  chaff; — 

g  All  heaven  approves  the  sov' reign  choice. 

HYMN  211.     C.     M.     Weldon.     [b*] 
Winter. 
1    OTERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
^  Encircling  nature  round; 
p  How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 

Late  with  gay  verdure  crown'd! 

e  2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart; 

And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 

An  emblem  of  my  heart. 
3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns 
In  night's  dark  mantle  clad; 
p  Confin'd  in  cold  inactive  chains- 
How  desolate  and  sad! 


Select.  HYMN  212,  21*3.  491 

— 4  Return,  O  blissful  Sun,  and  bring 
Thy  soul  reviving  ray; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 
o  5  O  happy  state — divine  abode, 
Where  spring  eternal  reigns 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains, 
g  6  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display, 
My  drooping  joys  restore; 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winters  frown  no  more. 

HYMN    212.    C.    M.     Canterbury,     [b*] 
Swiftness  of  Time.    New    Fear. 
1  "OEM ARK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound, 
3i%  Of  the  revolving  year; 
e  How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round! 

How  short  the  months  appear, 
d  2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on — 
And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey, 
e  3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 
The  swift  revolving  year; 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 
— 4  Waken,  O  God,  my  careless  heart, 
Its  great  concerns  to  see; 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  gi\e  the  year  to  thee. 
o  5  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 
If  future  years  arise; 
Orchis  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 

To  joy  beyond  the  skies.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  213.     L.  M.     Castle   Street.     [*,] 

Help  obtained  of  God-    jVexv  Year. 

1  J"1REAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 

VPf  By  which  supported  still   we  standi 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shews; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 


492  HYMN   214.  Sebst 

■* . «  — 

e  2  by  clay,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 

Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
v     By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 
— 3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 

The  future — all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 

And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 

Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 

Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 
e  5  When  death  shall  interrupt  our  songs, 

And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
g  Our  Helfier,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 

In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN  214.     10  5c  11.     Walworth.     [*] 
Goodness  of  God.    New  Year. 

1     "TTOUSE  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems  ring, 
fj|  While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  graces  sing: 
The  opening  year  his  graces  shall  proclaim, 
And  all  its  days  be  vocal  with  his  name; 

The  Lord  is  good — .his  mercy  never  ending; 

His  blessings  in  perpetual  showers  descending. 

2  The  heaven  of  heavens  he  with  his  bounty  fills: 
Ye  seraphs  bright,  on  ever  blooming  hills, 
His  honours  sound;  you  to  whom  good  alone, 
Unmingled,  ever-growing,  has  been  known: 

Through  your  immortal  life,  with  love  increasing, 
Proclaim  your  Maker's  goodness — never  ceasing. 

3  Thou  earth,  enlighten'd  by  his  rays  divine, 
Pregnant  with  grass,  and  corn,  and  oil  and  wine, 
Crown'd  with  his  goodnessjet  thy  nations  meet, 
And  lay  their  crowns  at  his  paternal  feet; 

With  grateful  love  that  lib'ral  hand  confessing, 
Which  through  each  heart  diffuses  ev'ry  blessing. 

e      4  Zion,  enrich'd  with  his  distinguished  graces- 
Blest  with  the  rays  of  thine  Emmanuel's  face — 
Zion,  Jehovah's  portion  and  delight, 
Grav'n  on  his  bands,  and  hourly  in  his  sight,, 

o    Insacred  strains,  exalt  that  grace  excelling. 
Which  makes  thv  humble  hill  his  chosen  dwelling 


Select.  HYMN  215,  215. 493 

—    5  His  meity  never  end* — the  dawn,  the  shade 
SftU  see  new  beauties  through  new  scenes  displayM; 
Succeeding  ages  bless  this  sure  abode, 
And  children  lean  upon  their  father's  God. 
e  The  deathless  soul  through  its  immense  duration, 

Drinks  from  this  source  immortal  consolation, 
s      6  Burst  into  praise,  my  soul,  all  nature  join; 

Angels  and  men,  in  harmony  combine: 
e      While  human  years  are  measur'd  by  the  sun, 
And  while  Eternity  its  course  shall  run — 
g  His  goodness,  in  perpetual  showers  descending, 
Exalt  in  songs  and  raptures  never  ending. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  215.    CM.     Sunday.     [*] 
Close  of  the  Year. 

1     A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

xV  And  raise  your  voices  high; 
o  Awake  and  praise  thatisovereign  love, 

That  shews  salvation  nigh. 
—2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
o  Then  welcome,  each  declining  day! 

Welcome,  each  closing  year! 

—3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise; 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd, 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

o  4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course, 

e      Ye  mortal  pow'rs  decay; 

— Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death,  , 

o      Ye  bring  eternal  day.  Doddridge,. 

HYMN  216.    L.   M.     Carthage,     [b] 
Importance  of  Time. 

e  1  f\  TIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh: 

v-J  How  few  will  estimate  a  day! 
e  Days,  months,  and  years,  are  rolling  on, 
a  The  soul  neglected — and  undone. 
—2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys; 
Whilst  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tidev 
Pp 


4P4 HYMN  217. Select. 

e  3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 

Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place? 

Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 

The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind?    - 
d  4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 

He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time; 
"Pilgrims  on  earth;  but  soon  to  be — 

The  heirs  of  immortality. 
— 5  This  season  of  your  being,  know, 

Is  given  to  you  your  seeds  to  sow; 

Wisdom's  and  folly's  differing  grain, 

In  future  worlds,  is  bliss,  and  pain. 
e  6  Then  let  me  every  day  review, 

Idle  or  busy,  search  ii  through; 
— And  whilst  probation's  minutes  last, 

Let  ev'ry  day  amend  the  past.  Scott. 

HYMN  217.    C.    P.  M.    Pilgrim.    £b] 
Serious  prospect  of  Eternity. 
e  1  T  O!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

JLi  'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand — 
p      Yet  how  insensible! 
— A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space— 
o      Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
e      Or— -shuts  me  up  in  hell! 
—-2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  in  my  thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late — • 
t      Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
—3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  trejmeiidous  day; 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come. 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; — 
e  And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 
— 4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,. 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure! 
Thine  utmost  counsel,  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
And  to  the  end  endure! 


Select.  HYMN  218,  £19.  495 

o  5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live, 
And  reign  with  thee  above; 
g  Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight,  „ 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 
And  everlasting  love.  Rippon's  Col.. 

HYMN    218.    8 "  &  7.    Sicilian.     [*] 
Eternity  joyjully  anticipated. 

1  TN  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

X  Compass'd  round  with  many  a  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 
Hope  that  can  exclude  despair. 

2  Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour, 
In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see! 

O  assist  each  faint  endeavour! 

Raise  our  earth-born  semis  to  thee. 
€  3  Place  that  awful  scene  before  us, 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, — 
— When  to  life  thou  wilt  restore  us: 
o      Lingering  ages  haste  away. 
4  When  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorrnption  shall  put  on: 
— rLife  renewing,  glorious  Saviour, 

Let  thy  glorious  will  be  done.  Madan's  Col. 

HYMN  219.    C.  M.    Plymouth,     [b] 
Old  Age  approaching, 

2  "INTERNAL  God,  enthroned  on  high! 

JCi     Whom  angel  hosts  adore;  , 
Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh, 

Thy  presence  I  implore. 

2  O  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 
And  keep  my  passions  cool: 

Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practise  every  rule. 

3  My  flying  years  time  urges  on, 
What's  human  must  decay; 

e  My  friends,  my  young  companions  gone — 

Can  I  expect  to  stay? 
e  4  Can  I  exemption  plead,  when  death 

Projects  his  awful  dart? 


496 HYMN    220, 'SSI .  SeTect. 

Can  med'cines  then  prolong  my  breath, 
Or  virtue  shield  my  heart? 
— 5  Ah,  no! — then  smooth  the  mortal  hour; 
"    On  thee  my  hope  depends: 
Support  me  with  almighty  pow'r, 
While  dust  to  dust  descends. 
o  6  Then  shall  my  s*oul,  O  gracious  God! 
(While  angels  join  the  lay,) 
Admitted  to  the  bless'd  abode, 
Its  endless  anthems  pay: — 
o  7  Through  heav'n,  howe'er  remote  the  bound, 

Thy  matchless  love  proclaim; 
g  And  join  the  choir  of  saints,  who  sound 

Their  great  Redeemer's  name.  Rippon's  Col. 

HYMN  220.    C.  M      Bishopsgate.    [b] 
Warning  to  prepare  for  Death. 

1    XTAIN  man,  thy  foud  pursuits  forbear— 

▼       Repent! — thy  end  is  nigh! 
Death  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save: 
Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 
How  stands  that  dread  account? 

3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence: 
His  time,  there's  none  can  tell: 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven—or  to  hell! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care. 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume; 

But,  ah!  destruction  stops  not  there- 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls; — to  day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you: 

Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 

And  mercy  will  ensue.  Haht. 

HYMN  221.    C.  M.     Windsor.     ['*] 
Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  ML      Heb.  ix,  27; 
1  T¥EAV'N  has  confirm'd  the  dread  decree, 
XX    That  Adam's  race  must  die: 


Select.  HYMN  222,  223.  497 

One  gen'ral  ruin  sweeps  them  down — 
And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2  Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 
Where  you  must  shortly  dwell; 

e  Hark!  how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 
In  ev'ry  fun'ral  knell! 

3  Once  you  must  die — and  once  for  all; 
The  solemn  purport  weigh: 

For  know — that  heav'n  or  hell  are  hung, 
On  that  important  day! 

4  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veil'd, 
Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see; 

And  ev'ry  word — and  ev'ry  thought — 

Muit  pass  his  scrutiny. 
— 5  O  may  I  in  the  Judge  behold 

My  Saviour  and  my  Friend; 
o  And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend.         Doddridge. 

'  HYMN  222.     L.  M.     Islington,     [*] 

Desiring-  to  depart  a?id  be  with  Christ.    Phil,  i,  23. 

1  "VXTHILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
▼  ▼      And  view  the  scenes  on  either  hand, 

My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay; 

And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 
o  2  Come,  ye  angelic  guardians,  come, 

And  lead  tiie  willing  pilgrim  home; 
— Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 

Source  of  my  joys  and  of  your  own. 
e  3  The  blissful  interview,  how  sweet, 

To  fall  transported  at  his  feet; 
o  Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  view  his  face, 

Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace, 
—4  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  m  sight, 

I'll  wait  thy  signal  for  my  flight; 

For,  while  thy  service  I  pursue, 

I  find  my  heaven  began  below.        Doddridg?:. 

HYJvL*   223.     C.  M.     St.  Paul's,     [b*] 
Death  welcomed:    Heaven  anticipated. 
1     A  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

I"*-  And  let  it  faint  and  die; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vail, 
And  soar  to  worlds  oa  high:— 
Pr2- 


498 HYMN    224. Select. 

2  Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 

(That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants,) 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
o  3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  cross  sustain; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
4  I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
T   And  take  his  exile  home. 
e  5  O,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me! 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise. 
q  6  I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
o  They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 
— 7  O  what  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet! 
8  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  and  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again, 

In  that  eternal  day.  ^ 

HYMN  224.     L.  M.     Carthage,     [b*] 
Death  of  the  Simier  and  Sai?it. 
1  "IIT/'HAT  scenes  of  horrour  and  of  dread— 

▼  ▼     Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed? 
Death's  terrours  all  appear  in  sight, 
Presages  of  eternal  night! 
e  2  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunders  stun  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  his  breast; 
Where'er  he  turns  he  finds  no  rest: 

o  Death  strikes  the  blow — he  groans  and  cries— 
And  in  despair  and  lion  our— dies. 


Select.  HYMN  225,  226.  499 

-  --       -I  -  t     .    .  .      — 

— 4  Not  so  the  heir  of  heav'nly  bliss: 
His  soul  is  fill'd  with  conscious  peace; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear; 
He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

b  5  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene, 
No  terrours  in  his  looks  are  seen; 
His  Saviour's  smile  dispels  the  gloom, 
And  smooths  his  passage  to  the  tomb. 

—6  Lord  make  my  faith  and  love  sincere, 
My  judgment  sound,  my  conscience  clear; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past, 
May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last.     FawcetV. 

HYMN  225.     C.  M.     St.  Ann's.     [*]    \ 
Infants,  living  or  dying  in  the  Arms  of  Christ, 
1  Fl^HY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
JL   With  transport  all  divine; 
Thine  image  trace  in  ev'ry  word, 

Thy  love  in  ev'ry  line. 
2  With  joy  I  see  a  thousand  charms, 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face; 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 
d  3  "I  take  these  little  lambs,"  said  he, 
"And  lay  them  in  my  breast; 
"Protection  they  shall  find  in  me — 
"In  me  be  ever  blest. 
1  4  "Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
"Bat  can't  dissolve  my  love; 
"Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 

"The  family  above. 
5  "Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise, 

"And  mould  with  heav'nly  skill: 
"I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
"And  hands  to  do  my  will." 
o  6  His  words,  ye  happy  parents,  hear, 

And  shout,  with  joys  divine, 
d  Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are, 

Shall  be  forever  thine.  Stennett. 

HYMN  226.     C.  M.     Canterbury,     [b*] 
On  the  Death  of  Children.    I&a.  iv,  5. 
1  TTE  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 
X  Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 


500  HYMN  227.  Select. 

Say  not  in  transports  of  despair, 

That  all  your  hopes  are  tied. 
2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie; 
Rise,  and  with  joy,  and  reverence,  view, 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 
e  3  Tho\  your  young' branches  torn  away, 

Like  wither'd  trunks  ye  stand; 
o  With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touch'd  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 
d  4  "I'll  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 
*  "In  my  own  house  a  place: 
"No  name  of  daughters  and  of  sons, 

"Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 
5  "Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

"A  rising  race  can  give; 
"In  endless  honour  and  delight, 
"My  children  all  shall  live." 
—6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears. 

Thro'  which  thy  face  we  see; 
o  And  bless  those  wounds  which,  thro*  our  hearts, 
Prepare  a  way  to  tshee.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  227.     C.  M.    Me  of  Wight.    [*]'"" 
Death  of  a  Young  Person. 

1  "VC^HEN  blooming  youth  is  sn ate h/d  away, 

f  ▼       By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Waich  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
O  may  this  truth,  imprest 

e  With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 

Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
e  3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more, 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb! 
— It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour! 

Tomorrow  death  may  come. 
4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  hear,  obey; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  Ceiils  to  watch  and  pray.  . 


Select.  HYMN  228,  229.  501 

o  5  Let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
— 6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 

For  death's  surprising  hour.  Stefle. 

~         HYMN  228.     C.  M.     Zion.     [*]      '      ~ 
Death  of  Piozis  Friends.     1  Thess.  iv,  13,  14. 

1  FI1AKE  comfort,  christians,when  your  friends, 

X    In  Jesus  fall  asleep; 
Their  better  being  never  ends; 
Then  why  dejected  weep? 

2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 
To  whom  no  hope  is  given? 

Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 
And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again, 
Victorious  from  the  dead; 

o  So  his  disciples  rise  and  reign, 

With  their  triumphant  head, 
e  4  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend; 
g  And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 

The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 
— 5  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake; 
o  The  graves,  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge; 

And  earth's  foundation  shake. 
o  6  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high; 
—The  heavenly  hosts,  with  praises  loud, 

Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 
7  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 

We  reach  the  happy  shore; 
o  Where  death -divided  friends,  at  last, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more.       Scotch  Par. 

HYMN  229.     C.  M.     St.  Paul's,     [b*]        " 
The    Christian's  Fare-well. 
1  XTE  golden  lamps  of  heaver-.,  farewell, 

X    With  all  your  feeble  light; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 

Pale  empress  of  the  night. 


502  HYMN  250.  Select. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
In  brighter  flames  array 'd; 

My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere; 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 
Of  my^livine  abode; 

The  pajjijpent  of  those  heavenly  courts,, 

Whenfl  shall  see  my  God. 
o  4  The  Farther  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix, 

WUh  that  unvaried  day. 
5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief, 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline, 

Amidst  those  brighter  skies, 
g  6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite; 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 

With  infinite  delight.  Doddridge. 

HYMN  230.    8s.     Consolation.     [*] 

Death  Gain  to  a  Believer. 

1  TTOW  blest  is  our  friend — now  bereft 
JjL  Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind! 

How  easy  his  soul — that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind?  > 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 
Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see; 
No  longer  in  misery  now — 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 
The  war  with  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

No  anger  henceforward,  nor  shame, 
Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

3  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest,, 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet  immoveable  breast, 

IS  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more. 


Select.  HYMN  231,232.  50S 

« ■*.         — 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  scat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

4  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Sealed  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 
These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 
And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe; 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
Oh,  shall  I  not  ere  long  become, 

My  spirit  created  anew —  • 

My  body  consign'd  to  the  tomb!  Whitefield. 

HYMN  231.    L.  M.     Sicilian,  [b*] 
A  Funeral  Hymn. 

1  TTNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 

t-J   Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pair,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds.    No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  waich  the  soft  repose. 

e  3  So  Jesus  slept; — God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  thro'  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed: 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

o  4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn; 
Attend,  O  earth!  his  sov 'reign  word; 

o  Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord.      Watts. 


HYMN  232.    C.  M.     Sunday.     [*] 
The  Resurrection.    1  Cor.  xv,    52 — 53^ 
HEN  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
""his  rending  earth  shall  shake — 


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504 HYMN  233. Select. 

When  op'ning  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 

And  dust  to  life  awake;  — 
o  2  Those  bodies,  that  corrupted  fell 

Shall  incorrupted  rise; 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life, 

Immortal  in  the  skies. 
—3  Behold,  what  heav'nly  prophets  sung, 

Is  now  at  last  fulfill'd — 
o  That  death  should  yield  his  ancient  reign, 

iVnd,  vanquish'd  quit  the  field, 
o  4  Let  faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing: 
d  "Oh  grave!  where  is  thy  triumph  now? 

And  where,  O  Death!  thy  sting! 

5  "Thy  sting  was  sin,  and  conscious  guilt; 
'Twas  this  thatarm'd  thy  dart; 

The  law  gave  sin  its  strength,  and  force, 
To  pierce  the  sinner's  heart. 

6  "But  God,  whose  name  be  ever  blest! 
Disarms  that  f©e  we  dread; 

And  makes  us  conqu'rors,  when  we  die, 

Through  Christ  our  living  head.*' 
— 7  Then  stedfast  let  us  still  remain, 

Though  dangers  rise  around; 
And  in  the  work  prtscrib'd  by  God, 

Yet  more  and  more  abound. 
o  8  Assur'd,  that  though  we  labour  now, 

We  labour  not  in  vain; 
But  thro'  the  grace  of  heav'ns  great  Lord, 

The  eternal  crown  shall  gain.    Scotch  Par. 

HYMN   233.    C.    M.    Arundel.     [*] 
The  Last  Tempest. 
e  1  \¥7HEN  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 
f  ▼     And  tempests  rend  the  skies; 
WThilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire 
In  harsh  disorder  rise; — 
o  2  Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I'll  stand, 

And  strike  a  tuneful  song; 
e  My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
o       And  all  inspir'd  my  tongue. 


Select. HYMN  234.  505 

tl  3  I'll  shout  aloud,  "Ye  thunders  roll, 
"And  shake  the  sullen  sky; 
"Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole, 

"In  angry  murmurs  try. 
4  "Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 
"And  clouds  the  heavens  deform; 
"Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
"And  rush  the  final  storm!" 
— 5  Come  quickly,  blessed  Hope,  appear— 
Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 
o  6  Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng, 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part; 
g  All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue-- 

All  rapture  in   mv  heart.  ByleS„ 

_ — i — -  .  —   ■- —     f 

HYMN  234.    8,  7,    6c    4.     Littleton.     [*] 
Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 
1   T  O,  he  comes — the  King  of  gloryj 
XJ  With  his  chosen  tribes  to  reign; 
Countless  hosts  of  saints  and  angels 
Swell  the  mighty  conqueror's  train; 

Now  in  triumph, 
Sin  and  death  are  captive  led. 
g  2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  rending— 

All  the  nations  filPd  with  dread! 
e  Hark!  the  trump  of  God — proclaiming 
Through  the  mansions  of  the  dead — 
d  "Come  to  judgment — 

Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man!" 
— 3  Now  behold  the  dead  awaking; 
Great  and  small  before  him  stand; 
%^ot  one  soul  forgot,  or  missing; 
]J^one  his  orders  countermand: 
a  All  stand  waiting — 

For  their  last  decisive  doom! 
— 4  Hear  the  Chief  among  ten  thousand 

Thus  address  his  faithful  few; 
d  "Come  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
"Heaven  is  prepared  for  you; 

UI  was  hungry — I  was  thirsty — I  was  naked— 
"And  ye  minister'*!  to  me." 
QQ 


506  HYMN  2S5.  Select. 

e  5  But  how  awful  is  the  sentence, 
d       "Go  from  me,  ye  cursed  race — 
"To  tnat  place  of  endless  torment, 
Ne\  er  more  to  see  my  face: 

"I  was  hungry — I  was  thirsty — I  was  naked*. 
"Ye  to  me  no  mercy  shew'd." 
— 6  Now- awake  ye  slumbering  virgins, 

Turn  your  lamps;  the  bridegroom's  near. 
Let  your  loins  with  truth  be  girded, 
Signs  proclaim,  he'll  soon  appear: 

Mark!  the  fig  trie, 
Budding.,  shows  the  summer's  near. 
e  7  Jesus,  save  a  trembling  sinner. 

While  thy  wrath  o'er  sinners  roll; 
In  this  general  wreck  of  nature, 
Be  the  refuge  of  my  soul: 
d  Jesus,  save  me!  Jesus,  save  me!  when  the  light'nings, 

Blaze  around  from  poie  to  pole. 

HYMN  235.     8,  7,  &  4.    Helmsley.     [b*] 
The  Day  of  Judgment. 
e  1  T|AY  of  judgment  day  of  wonders! 
d       JLF  Ha;k!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round'! 
e  How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound-' 
g  2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine! 
— You  who  long  for  :iis  appearing, 
d        Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine." 
e  Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine! 
o  3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea, 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
Bv  his  looks  prepare  tofiee: 
Careless  sinn  r, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 
e  4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  hearty 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
i      "Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 


Select.  IIYMoN    236.  507 

"Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels,  have  thy  part!" 
— 5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below; 
d  He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed 
"See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 

"You  forever 
"Shall  my  love  and  glory  know/' 

— 6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
May  this  thought  our  courage  raise: 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches — 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praufe: 

o  We  shall  triumph — 

g      When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze!  Newtox< 

HYMN    236.     C.  M.     Mitcham.     [*] 
Te  Decm.    A  General  Jfi/mii  of  Praise. 

1  f\  GOD,  wepraise  thee,  and  confess, 
k/  That  thou  the  only  Lord, 

And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  on  earth  adoi'd. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 
To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 

Both  cherubim,  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry,— 

3  "Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey; 

"The  world  is  with  the  glory  irll'cl 
"Of  thy  majestic  sway." 

4  The  apostle's  glorious  company, 
And  prophets  crown'd  with  light, 

With  all  themartyrs  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church,  throughout  the  world, 
O  Lord,  confesses  thee; 

That  thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

6  Thy  honour'd,  true,  and  only  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost  the  spring, 

Of  never  ceasing  joy;  O  Christ, 
Of  glory  thou  art  King.  Pat  rick, 


508  HYMN  257. Select. 

HYMN  237.     8s.     Drummond.      [*] 
Oxer   God  forever  and  ever. 

1  rilHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

J-   Our  faithful  unchangeable  Friend; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus  the  First  and  the  Last, 
Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past. 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

ASCRIPTIONS. 
7s. 
1   ri  LORY  to  the  Father's  name; 

*Jf  Jesus'  excellence  proclaim; 
Sing  the  blessed  Spirit's  praise; 
Angels,  swell  the  notes  we  raise! 
__ 

SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love; 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

'  77  '  ' 

FATHER.  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One,. 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 
Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done: 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

8,  7&  4. 

f^i  LORY  be  to  God  the  Father, ' 

vJT  Glory  to  the  eternal  Son; 

Sound  aloud  the  Spirit's  praises; 

Join  the  elders  round  the  throne; 

Hallelujah, 

Hail  the  glorious  Three  in  One. 
__  _____ 

T3  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  Heavenly  host, 
And  in  the  church  below; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  bless'd  the  earth, 
From,  whom  all  comforts  flow. 


Select. ASCRIPTIONS.  509 

8  &  7. 

GlLORY,  honour,  praise  and  power 
T  To  the  Lamb  be  ever  paid: 
Let  new  blessings  every  hour 
Rest  on  his  adored  head. 


B 


5    &  6. 
Y  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth; 

All  praise  be  address'd 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd: 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 
And  always  shall  be» 


Q<*2 


I 


TABLE  OF   FIRST  LINES. 
PART  I. 


Psalm. 

All  ye  that  love  the  149 

Almighty  Ruler  8 

Amidst  thy  wrath  38 

Among  th'  assemblies  82 

Among  the  Princes,  86 
And  will  the  God  of  grace    83 

Are  all  the  foes  of  2Jion  53 

Arise,  my  gracious  God  17 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  132 

Awake,  ye  saints,  to  135 

Before  Jehovah's  100 

Behold  the  lofty  sky  19 

Behold  the  love,  35 

Behold  the  sure  118 

Behold  thy  waiting  119 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  103 

Blest  are  the  sons  133 

Blest  are  the  souls  89 

Blest  are  the  undefil'd  119 

Blest  is  the  man,  32 

Biest  is  the  man  whose  41 

Blest  is  the  man  who  1 

Blest  is  the  nation  33 

Come,  children,  34 

Come,  let  our  souls  95 

Come,  sound  his  praise  95 
Consider  all  my  sorrows,  119 

David  rejoic'd  in    God  21 

Deep  in  our  hearts  69 


Early,  my  God, 
Exalt  the'Lord  our 


God 


Ear  as  thy  name  48 

Father,  1  bless  119 

Father,  I  sing  69 

Firm  and  unraov'd  125 

Firm  was  my  health,  30 

Fools  in  their  hearts  14 


Psalm . 

For  ever  blessed  144 

For  ever  shall  ray  song  89 

From  age  to  age  exalt  107 

From  all  that  dwell  117 

From  deep  distress  130 

Give  thanks  to  God;  he  107 

Give  thanks  to  God,  105 
Give  thanks  to  God  most  136 

Give  to  our  God  136 

Give  to  the  Lord,  29 

God  in  his  earthly  87 

God  is  the  refuge  46 

God  my  supporter  73 

God  of  eternal  love  106 

God  of  my  childhood  71 

God  of  my  life,  39 

God  of  my  mercy  109 

Great  God,  attend  84 

Great  God,  how  oft  78 

Great  God,  indulge  63 

Great  God,  whose,  72 

Great  is  the  Lord,exalted  1 55 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  48 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine  80 

Had  not  the  Lord,  124 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  112 

Happy  the  city  where  144 

Happy  the  man  v  hose  l4f» 

Happy  the  man  whose  1 

Hear  me,  O  God,  102 

Hear  what  the  Lord  89 
He  lives!  the  everlasting  121 

Help  Lord,  for  men  12 

He  reigns:  the  Lord  97 

He  who  hath  made  91 

Higii  in  the  heav'us,  36 

liow  awful  is  tliy  77 

How  did  ray  heart  122 

How  long,  O  Lord,  13 
How  perfect  is  thy  word    19 


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TABLE    OF   FIRST    LINES, 


lJs(  Im. 

How  pleasant,  how  84 

H>w  pleasant  tis  to  see  133 

How  pleas' d  and  blest  122 

How  shall  the  young  1 1 9 

Jehovah  reigns:  93 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  110 

Jesus  shall  reign  72 

If  God  succeed  not  127 

If  God  to  build  103 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God  25 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  146 

Fl!  speak  the  honours  45 

1  love  tbe  volumes  19 

In  ail  ray  vast  concerns  139 

In  anger,  Ldrd,  rebuke  14 

In  God's  own  house  150 

In  Judah  God  of  old  7& 

Into  thy  hand    O  God  31 

Joy  to  the  world:  98 

Is  there  anibiti  n  131 

It  is  the  Lord  102 

Jaiireme,  O  Lord,  26 

Judges  who  rule  58 

Just  are  thy  ways,  18 

I  waited  patient  40 

Let  all  the  earth  96 

Let  all  the  heathen  119 

Let  children  hear  78 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  1  \8 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  145 

Let  God  arise  in  all  68 

Let  heathens  to  their  16 

Let    h.nerstake  55 

Let  Zioti  in  her  King  46 

Let  /ion  and  he:'  sons  102 

Long  as  1  live  V\\  bless  145 

Lord,  hast  thou  cast  60 

Eord    1    ni  v;le,  51 

Lord,  •  cste-Tu  119 

Lord,    f  thii.e  eyes  9<> 

Lord,  1  l.a\e  made  119 

Eord,  in  the  morning  5 

Lc  d,  1  will  bless  thee  34 
Lord  of  tbe  worlds  above  84 

Led.  thou  hast  eall'd  85 

Lord    tho\i  h«s?.  beard  118 
Lord,  thou  hast  scarek'd  139 


Psalm. 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  18 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  4 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  92 

Lord,  we  have  heard  44 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  90 
Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  7*3 

Lord,  what  is  man,  144 

Lord,  what  was  man  8 

Lord,  when  I  count  139 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  68 

Loud  hallelujahs  148 

Lo!  what  a  glorious  118 
Lo!  what  an  entertaining  143 

Maker  and  sovereign  2 

Mercy  awl  judgment  101 
Mine  eyes  and  my  desire   25 

My  God,  accept  141 

My  God  consider  119 

My  God,  how  many  5 

My  God,  in  whom  57 
My  God,  my  everlasting  71 

My  God,  my  King,  145 

My  God.  permit  63 

My  God,  the  steps  37 

My  hoart  rejoices  31 

My  never-ceasing  songs  89 

My  refuge  is  the  God  It 

My  righteous  Judge,  143 
My  Saviour,  my  i.dmighty  71 

My  Shepherd  is  the  23 

My  soul,  how  lovely  84 

My  soul  hes  cleaving  119 

My  soul   the  great  104 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  62 

My  spirit  sinks  within  42 

My  trust  is  in  my  7 

Not  to  our  names,  115 

Not  to  ourselves,  115 

Now  from  the  roaring  22 

Now  let.  our  mournful  22 

>»ow  may  the  God  i$U 

Now  shall  my  solemn  66 

O,  alive  nations,  praise  117 

O  blessed  souls  are  they  32 

0  bless  the  Lord,  103 

01  justice  and  of  grace  101 


TABLE    OF   FIRST    LIKES. 


513 


Psalm. 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  47 

O  God  of  grace  4 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  51 

O  God  the  race  of  man  65 

O  happy  man  whose  128 

O  happy  nation,  33 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  119 

O  Lord,  how  many  3 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  8 

O  that  the  Lord  would  119 

O  that  thy  statutes  119 

O  thou  who  hear'st  51 

O  thou  whose  grace  123 

O  thou  whose  justice  56 

Our  God,  our  help  90 

Out  of  the  deeps  136 
O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  55 

O  what  a  stiff  rebellious  78 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  65 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  135 
Praise  ye  theLord;  147 

Lord  Preserve  me  16 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous  33 

Remember,  Lord,  89 

Return,  O  God  of  love,     90 

Salvation  3s  for  ever  85 

Shew  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  51 
Shine  on  our  land,  67 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  66 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  81 
Sing  to  the  Lord,.7ehovah  95 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  96' 

Songs  of  immortal  111 

Soon  as  I  heard  27 

Sure  there's  a  rigUteous  73 
Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  145 
Sweet  is  the  work,  92 

Teach  me  the  measure  59 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  97 

That  man  is  blest  112 

The  earth  for  ever  24 

Thee  will  1  love,  18 
The  God  Jehovah  reigns  99 

The  God  of  glory  sends  50 

The  heav'ns  declare  19 


Psalm. 
The  King  of  saints,  45 

TheLord  how  wondrous  103 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  93 
The  Lord  is  come,  97 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  23 
The  Lord  of  glory  27 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns;  93 
The  Lord  the  Judge  50 

The  Lord  the  Judge  hears  50 
The  Lord  the  Sov'reign  103. 
The  praise  of  Zion  65 

Think,  mighty  God,  S<* 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  11$ 
This  spacious  earth  -4 

Thou  art  mv  portion,  H9 
Thou  God  of  love,  12© 

Through  ev'ry  age,  90 

Thrice  happy  men  112 

Thus  I  resolv'd  before  3§ 
Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  40 
Thus  the  eternal  110 

Thy  mercies  fill  ItJ 

Thy  name,  almighty  117 
Thy  works  of  glory,  107 
'Tis  by  thy  strength  6:» 

To  God  1  cry'd  77 

To  God  I  made  142 

To  God  the  great,  105 

To  ou  r  a  1  m  i  ghty  M  aker  98 
To  thee  before  119 

To  thee,  most  Holy  75 

'Twas  for  our  sake,  69 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,       139 


Up  from  my  youth, 
Upward  I  lift  mine 


129 

121 


We  bless  the  Lord  68 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  18 

What  shall  i  render  116 

What  sinners  value  17 

When  God  is  nigh  16 

When  God  reveul'd  126 

When  Israel  freed  114 

When  I  with  pleasing  139 
When  overwhelmM  61 

When  pain  and  anguish  119 
When  the  great  Judge,  9 
Where  nothing  dwelt      107 


514 


TABLE    OF    FIRST   LINES. 


Psalm. 

Where  shall  the  man  25 

Where  shall  we  go  132 

While  I  keep  silence  32 

Who  shali  ascend  15 

Who  will  arise  ai>d  94 

Why  did  the  nations  7 

Why  do  the  Meal  thy  37 

Why  does  the  Lord  10 

V.  h\  does  the  man  49 

Why  should  I  vex  37 

Will  God  forever  74 

With  all  my  pow'rs  138 

Wkli  earnest  longings  42 


Psahn; 
With  my  whole  heart,  119 
With  rev'rence  let  89 

With  songs  and  houours  115 
Would  you"  behold  107 

Ye  ltolv  angels,  in  God  33 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  107 

Ye  shores  and  isles  97 

Ye  sons  of  pride  49 

Ye  who  delight  to  serve  113 

Ye  who  obey  134 

Ye  tribes  of  "Adam  148 

Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  89 


PART  II. 


Note.     The  Letters  a,  b,   c,    denote   the  First,  Second, 
and  Third  BOOK, 


B.  H. 

ATns!  and  did 

b      9 

All  mortal  vanities 

a     25 

And  are  we  wretches 

b  105 

And  must  this  body 

b  110 

Arise,  my  soul, 

b     88 

Attend,  while  God's 

b  \W 

Awake,  our  souls, 

a    48 

Backward  with  humble  a     57 

Behold  how  sinners 

a  131 

Beliold  the  blind 

b  137 

Behold  the  glories 

a      I 

Behold  the  grace 

a      3 

Behold  the  potter 

a  117 

Behold  the  woman's 

b  155 

Behold  the  wretch 

a  123 

Behold  wh  A  wondrous 

a     64 

Blftss'd  are  the  hftmble 

a  102 

Biess'd  be  the 

a     20 

Bless'd  he  the  Father 

o     26 

Biess'd  morning, 

b     72 

Bless'd  with  the  joys 

b   128 

B'ood  has  a  voice 

b  118 

Bright  King  of  Glory, 

b     51 

Broad  is.  the  road 

b  458 

B.  H. 

a    97 


119 
49 
84 

135 

127 
34 
62 
30 


Bury'd  id  shadows 

Christ  and  his  cross 
Christ  has  done 
Come,  all  harmonious 
Come,  dearest  Lord, 
Coi«e  hither,  all  ye 
Come,  Holj  Spirit, 
fnme,  let  us  ioin 
Come,  ye  who  love 

Daughters  of  Zion, 
Dearest  of  all 
Death  may  dissolve 
Deceiv'd  by  subtle 
Deep  in  the  dust 
Descend  from  heaven,  b    23 
Do  we  not  know  a  122 

Down  headlong  from     b     96 
Dread  Sovereign,  let    b      7 


a  72 
b  148 
a  27 
a  107 
a  124 


Ere  the  blue  heav'ns 
Eternal  Spirit,  we 


a      2 

b  133 


Faith  is  the  brightest    a  120 


TABLE    OF    FIRST   LINES. 


515 


B.  H. 

Far  from  my  thoughts  b  1 5 
Father*  1  Jong,  b    68 

Father,  we  wait  c    24 

Firm  as  the  earth  a  138 

From  heaven  the  b    97 

Gentiles  by  nature,  a  114 

Give  me  the  wings  b  14'J 

Glory  to  God  the  c    29 

Glory  to  God,  who  b     59 

Glory  to  God  the  e    27 

God  is  a  King  b  170 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  a  136 
God,  the  eternal,  awful  b     27 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  a  128 

Go,  worship  at  a  146 

Great  God,  how  b     67 

Great  God,  to  what  b  112 

Great  King  of  glory  b  159 

Great  was  the  day,.  b  144 

Had  I  the  tongues  a  134 
Happy  the  church,  b  64 
Happy  the  heart  b     38 

Hark!  from  the  toPbs  b  63 
Hear  what  the  voice  a  18 
Hence  from  my  soul  b  73 
Here  at  thy  cross,  b  4 
High  as  the  heavens  b  115 
Hosanna,  hue.  c  42 — 45 

Hosanna  to  our  b    89 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  b  26 
Hosanna  to  the  Royal  a  16 
Hosanna  with  a  b       8 

How  are  thy  glories  c  25 
How  beauteous  are  a  10 
How  condescending  c  4 
How  large  the  promise  a  113 
How  oft  have  sin  and  a  139 
How  sad  our  state  b  90 
How  short  and  hasty  b  32 
How  sweet  and  awful  c  13 
How  vain  are  all  things  b  48 
How  wondrous  great,  b     87 

I  give  immortal  praise  c  38 
I  hate  the  tempter  b  156 
I'm  not  asham'd  a  103 

I  send  the  joys  b    11 


I  sing  my  Saviour's  b  114 

Jehovah"  speaks,  a     84 

Jehovah  reigns,  b  168 

Jesus,  in  thee  a  145 

Jesus  is  gone  above  c       6 

Jesns,  we   bless  thy  a     54 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  b     29 

In  Gabriel's  hand  a     59 

Tn  thine  own  way?,  a     SO 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  a       9 

Infinite  grief!  b    90 

Join  all  the  tlorious  a  150 

Is  this  the  kind  return  b     74 

Laden  with  guilt,  b  119 

Let  everlasting  glories  b  131 

Let  every  mortal  ear  a       7 

Let  God  the  Father  c    28 

Let  God  the  Maker's  c    31 

Let  others  boast  b     19 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  a  133 

Let  the  wild  leopards  b  160 

Let  them  neglect  thy  b    35 

Let  us  adore  c      5 

Life  is  the  time  a     88 

Like  sheep  we  went  a  142 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  a    21 

Lo,  the  destroying  b  155 

Long  have  1  sat  b  165 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  a     19 

Lord,  how  secure  my  a  115 

Lord  we  confess  our  a  HI 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  b     1G 

Lord,\vhat  a  wretched  b    53 

Man  has  a  soul  b  146 

Mistaken  souls,  a  140 

My  dear  Redeemer  b  139 

My  drowsy  powers,  b    25 

My  God,  how  endless  a     81 

My  God,  my  life,  b    93 

My  God,  my  portion,  b    94 

My  God,  permit  me  b  122 

My  God,  the  spring  b    54 

My  heart  how  dreadful  b    98 

My  Saviour  God,  b  141 

My  soul,  come  b     61 

My  soul  forsakes  b    10 

My  thoughts  surmount  b  162 


516 


TABLE    OF    FIRST   LINES. 


Waked  as  from  the 
Mature  with  all  her 
Nature  with  open 
No,  I'll  repine 
No  more  my  God, 
Nor  eye  hath  seen, 
Not  all  the  blood 
Not  all  the  outward 
Not  different  food, 
Not  from  the  dust, 
Not  the  malicious 
Not  to  the  terrors 
Not  with  our  mortal 
Now  be  the  God 
Now  by  the  bowels 
Now  for  a  tune  of 
Now  have  our  hearts 
Now  in  the  heat  of 
Now  Satan  comes 
Now  shall  my  inward 
Now  to  the  Lord 
Now  to  the  Lord,  that 
Now  to  the  power  of 

Oh!  if  my  soul  was 
O  might  I  once 
Oh  the  delights,  the 
Once  more,  my  soul, 
Our  God,  how  firm 
Our  souls  shall  magnify  a 
Our  spirits  join  t' 

Plungd  in  a  gulf  of 
Praise,  everlasting 


Raise  thee,  my  soul,  b  33 
Kaise  your  triumphant  b  104, 
llise,  rise,  my  soul      b    1/ 


Saints,  at  your 
Salvation!  O  the 
Shah  the  vile  race  of 
Shall  we  go  on  to  sin 
Sin  has  a  thousand 
Sin  like  a  venomous 
Sing  to  the  Lord  who  b 
Sitting  around  our 
So  did  the  Hebrew 
So  let  our  lips  and 


B 

.11. 

a 

5 

b 

1 

e 

10 

b 

102 

a 

109 

a 

10  J 

b 

142 

a 

95 

a 

126 

a 

83 

a 

104 

b 

152 

a 

108 

a 

50 

a 

130 

b 

43 

c 

14 

a 

91 

b 

157 

a 

39 

b 

47 

a 

61 

a 

137 

b 

106 

b 

41 

b 

91 

b 

6 

b 

40 

a 

60 

c 

22 

b 

79 

b 

60 

a 

129 

b 

88 

a 

82 

a 

106 

b 

150 

b 

153 

b 

13 

c 

23 

a 

112 

a 

132 

B.  II. 

So  new  born  babes  a  143 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  b  77 
Stoop  down,  my  b    28 

Strait  is  the  way,  the    b  161 

That  awful  day  will  b 
Thee  we  adore,  b 

The  glories  of  my  b 
The  God  of  mercy  c 
The  law  by  Moses  a 
The  law  commands  b 
The  Lord  declares  b 
The  Lord  descending  b 
The  Lord  how  c 

The  Lord  Jehovah  b 
The  promise  of  my  c 
The  true  Messiah  b 
The  voice  of  my  a 

There  is  a  house  not  a 
There  is  a  land  of  b 

There  was  an  hour  a 
This  holy  bread  c 

This  is  the  word  of  b 
Thou,  whom  my  soul  a 
Thus  did  the  sons  of  b 
Thus  far  the  Lord  a 
Thus  saith  the  first,  a 
Thus  saith  the  high  a 
Thus  saith  the  mercy  a 
Thus  saith  the  wisdom  a 
Thy  favors,  Lord,  b 
Time,  what  an  empty  b 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  b 
'Tis  but  at  best  b 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  b 
To  God  the  only  wise  a 
To  him  who  chose  c 
'Twas  by  an  order  b 
'Twason  that  dark,  c 
'Twas  the  commission  a 


107 
55 
71 
30 

118 

121 

120 

126 
21 

169 

3 

12 

69 

110 

66 

11 

2 

138 
67 

127 
80 

116 
87- 

120 
93 
45 
58 

129 
39 

124 
5t 
39 

151 

1 

52 


Up  to  the  Lord,  who  b    46 

Vain  are  the  hopes       a     94 
Vain  are  the  hopes      a    90 

We  are  a  garden  a    74 

We  bless  the  prophet  b  132 
We  sing  th' amazing    c    17 


TABLE    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


517 


B.  H. 

We  sing:  the  glories  a  56 
Welcome,  sweet  day  b  14 
Well,  the  Redeemer's  b  36 
What  equal  honours  a  63 
What  happy  men  or  a  40 
What  shall  we  pay  c  12 
When  I  can  read  my  b  65 
When  strangers  stand  a  76 
When  the  great  b    24 

Where  are  the  b  154 

Who  can  describe  the  a  101 


Who  has  believ'd  thy 
Who  shall  the  Lord's 
Why  does  your  face, 
Why  do  we  mourn 
Why  is  my  heart  so 
Why  should  the 
With  cheerful  voice 
With  joy  we  meditate  a  125 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,          a    S9 


p>. 

II. 

a 

Hi 

a 

14 

b 

85 

b 

3 

b 

20 

a 

144 

a 

148 

PART  III. 


H- 

Alas!  what  hourly  59 

All  hail  the  power  26 

Although  the  vine  95 

Am  I  a  Soldier  90 

And  is  the  Gospel  14 

And  let  this  feeble  223 

And  will  the  great  Hi 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  24 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  181 

As  birds  their  infant  178 

Attend,  my  soul,  5 

Awake,  and  sing  103 

Awake,  my  soul,  -  199 

Awake,  ye  saints,  215 

Bestow,  dear  Lord,  165 

Blessed  are  the  sons  100 

Blest  be  the  tie  195 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  132 

By  whom  was  David  75 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  35 

Come,  humble  sinner,  39 

Come,  thou  Almighty  107 

Come,  condescending  197 

Come,  thou   Fount  80 

Come,  thou  long  154 

Come  tune,  ye  saints,  23 

Come,  ye  weary  souls,  112 

Day  of  Judgment,  235 

Dear  Jesus,  when,  57 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  42 

Descend  Holy  Spirit,  55 

8 


H. 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  72 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  129 

Encompass'd  with  53 

Eternal  God,  enthron'd  219 

Eternal  Source  140 

Eternal  Wisdom,  3 

Exert  thy  pow'r,  1&2 

Faith,  'tis  a  precious  44 

Father,  how  wide  29 

Father  of  all,  we  bow  133 

Father  of  men,  thy  care  198 

Father  of  mercies,  145 

Father  of  mercies,  send  190 

Fierce  passions  73 

From  whence  these  18 

Glorious  things  of  thee  177 

Glory  to  God  on  high  30 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  201 

God  moves  in  a  68 

Glorious  Lord,  167 

Grateful  notes  104 

Great  God,  now  162 

Great  God,  the  nations  184 

Great  God,  we  sing  213 

Great  Lord  of  angels,  143 

Guide  me,  O  thou  91 

Hail,  everlasting  Spring,  175 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus,  115 

Hail,  the  day  that  saw  22 

Hail,  thou  once  32 


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TABLE    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


H. 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  13 

Hark  the  herald  angels  3 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  21 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  173 

Heal  us,  Emmanuel,  76 
Hear  what  God  the  Lord  179 

Hear  what  the  Lord,  1 59 

Heav'n  has  confirm'd  221 

He  dies,  the  Friend  20 

He  lives,  the  great  31 

Here  at  thy  tahle,  Lord,  169 
He  who  on  earth  as  man  150 

His  master  taken  from  148 

Honour  and  happiness  105 

House  of  our  God,  2 14 

How  are  thy  servants  94 

How  blest  is  our  Friend  230 

How  helpless  guilty  34 

How  oft,  alas,  37 

How  shall  I  my  81 

How  rick  thy  bounty,  146 

How  soft  the  words  164 

How  sweetly  along  207 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  56 

I  know  that  my  86 

Indulgent  Sovereign  180 

In  sin  by  blinded  41 

Inspirer  and  hearer  202 

In  sweet  exalted  strains  142 

In  themselves  as  weak  135 

In  this  world  of  sin  218 

Israel,  in  ancient  days  7  ' 

It  is  the  Lord,  71 

I  was  a  grov'ling  61 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be  50 

Jesus,  at  thy  command  85 

Jesus,  full  of  all  113 

Jesus,  1  know,  has  died  62 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  84 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  192 

Jesus,  thy  blood  89 

Jesus,  whose  blood  77 

Joy  is  a  fruit  66 


Keep  silence, 
Kindred  in  Christ, 

Let  me  dwell  on 


4 
194 

174 


H. 

Let  us  awake  our  joys  27 

Lift  up  your  heads  1 1 

Listen,  ye  hills,  139 

Lo!  he  comes,  234 

Look  down,  O  L/>rd,  114 

Look  up,  my  soul,  18? 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  217 

Lord  of  all  worlds,  185 

Lord  of  life,  193 

Lord,  send  thy  word,  1 83 

Lord,  we  come  before  126 

Lord,  what  our  ears  160 

Love  Divine,  all  love  127 

Manna  to  Israel  65 

Many  woes  had  Christ  17 

Mighty  God,  25 

My  gracious  Redeemer  101 

My  song  shall  bless  88 

Now  begin  the  heave-nly    33 

Now  for  a  hymn  152 

Now  Let  our  drooping  149 

Now  may  fervent  166 

Now  may  the  God  131 

Now  may  the  Lord  209 

Now  the'  shades  200 

O  charity,  thou  191 

O'er  mountain  tops  186 

O,  for  a  closer  walk  67 

O  God.  we  praise  thee,  236 

O  God,  whose  47 

O    happy  day,  that  fix'd  151 

G,  how  I  Lpve  thy  69 

O  Lord,  my  best  70 

O  Lord,  our  languid  125 

O  my  soul  what  means  60 

One  there  is,  above  all  64 

On  man  in  his  own  6 

On  thee  each  morning,  203 

On  wings  of  faith  99 

O  righteous  God,  13» 

O  sight  of  anguish!  12 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  36 

O  thou,  before  whose  147 

O  time,  how  few  thy  216 

Our  Saviour  alone  l!>2 

O  Ziou,  afflicted  with  15i 


TABLE    OF  FIRST   LINES. 


519 


Perpetual  Source 
Praise  to  the  Lord 


H. 

51 

144 


Raise,  thoughtless  108 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  28 

Religion  is  the  chief  205 

Remark,  my  soul,  212 

Rise,  my  soul,  98 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  45 

Safely  through  another  121 

See  Gabriel  swift  93 

See,  gracious  Lord,  136 

See  how  brown  autumn  210 

See  Israel's  gentle  161 

Shepherds  rejoice,  10 

Sin  enslav'd  me  4t» 

Since  Jesus  freely  196 

Sing  ye  redeemed  176 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  109 

Sinners,  the  voice  110 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  111 
Son  of  God,  thy  blessing    87 

Stern  winter  throws  211 

Sweet  was  the  time  52 

Take  comfort,  228 

The  billows  swell,  83 

The  deluge,  at  th'  63 

The  Lord  my  pasture  92 

The  Lord  of 'Sabbath  123 

The  Lord  on  mortal  1 1 7 

The  message  first  156 

The  moment  a  sinner  43 

The  new-born  child  46 

The  peace  which  God  130 

There  is  a  God  1 
The  saints  -should  never    74 

The  Saviour!   what  a  172 

The  Spirit  breathes  120 

This  is  the  feast  1"<) 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  96 

Thou  great  Phys.cian  118 

Thou  only  Sovereign  "      82 

Through  all  changing  79 
Ii2 


H. 

Thus  saith  the  Holy  One  158 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  1 55 

Thy  bounties,  gracious  189 

Thy  life  I  read,  225 

Tis  a  point  I  long  54 

'Tis  finish'd— so  19 

To  praise  the  ever  208 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  231 

Vain  man.,  thy  fond  220 

Weary  of  struggling  38 

Welcome,  delightful  122 

What  jarring  nature  5S  . 

What  scenes  of  horrour  224 

What  various  ISi 

What  venerable  sight  16 

When  Abraham  full  137 

When  all  thy  mercies,  78 

When  any  turn  49 

When  at  this  distance,  15 

When  blooming  youth  227 

When  I  view  my  168 

When  on  the  cross  171 

When,  streaming  204 
When  the  hst  trumpet's  232 

When  verdure  clothes  206 

When  wild  confusion  233 

When  I  to  grief  116 

While  on  the  verge  222 

While  shepherds  9 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  124 

With  my  substance  188 

With  rev'rend  awe,  119 

World  adieu,  97 

Write  to  Sardis,  157 

Ye  golden  lamps  229 

Ye  hearts,  with  163 

Ye  humble  souls,  2 

Ye  mourning  saints,  226 

Ye  servants  of  God  106 

Ye  sons  of  earth,  128 


Z^al  is  that  pure 


4S 


INDEX  OF  SCRIPTURES, 


OX    WHICH    HYMN'S    ARE   FOUNDED. 

PAKT 

II. 

In 

the  First  Booh. 

H. 

It 

Gen.  iii,  1,  15,  17, 

107 

Mat.  xi.  28,  30 

127 

xvii.  7 

113 

xii.  20 

125 

xx ii.  6 

129 

xiii.  16,  17 

10 

.lob  i.  21 

•       5 

xxi.  9 

16 

iv.  17,  21 

82 

xx  ii.  37,  40 

116 

v.  6,  7,  8 

83 

xxviii.  18,  &c. 

128 

xiv    4 

57 

19 

5* 

PsaJm  3,  5,  6 

80 

Mark  x.  14 

113 

iv.  8 

80 

xvi.  15,  &c. 

128 

xix.  5,   8, 

79 

Luke  i.  30,  &c. 

3 

xlix,  6,  9, 

24 

i.  46,  &o. 

60 

li.  5. 

57 

68 

150 

cxxxix.  23,  24 

136 

ii.  10,  &c. 

S 

exliii.  8 

80 

ii.  27 

19 

Prov.  viii.  34,  39 

83 

x.  21,  22 

11 

ix.  4,  5,  6,  10 

88 

xv.  7,  10 

101 

xi.  9 

89 

13,  &c. 

123 

xii.  1,  7 

91 

xviii.  10,  Sic. 

|4t 

Can.  i.  7 

67 

xix.  38,  40 

16 

ii.  8,  9,  &c. 

69 

John  i.  1,3,  14 

2 

iii.  2 

72 

13 

95 

iv.  12,  14,  15 

74 

17 

118 

vi.  1,  2,  3,  12 

76 

2'.).  32 

50 

Isa.  v.  2,  7,  IQ 

10 

iii.  3,  fee, 

95 

xxvi.  8,  20 

30 

14,  16 

lli 

xlv.  7 

HI 

iv.  2+ 

136 

21,  25 

84 

x    28,  29 

138 

xlix.   13,  14,  Sec. 

30 

Acts  ii.  38 

52 

liii.  1—15,  10—12 

1+1 

xvi.  1 4,  15,  33 

121 

6,  9,  12 

142 

Rom.  iii.  19,  22 

94 

Iv.  1,  2,  &cc. 

7,9 

v.  12,  &c. 

57,  124 

lvii.  15,   16 

87 

vi.   1  ,  2,  6, 

K>6 

Ixv.  20, 

9t 

vi.  3;  4,  &c. 

12* 

Lam.  iii,  23 

81 

vii. 8,  9,  14,24 

115 

Rz.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 

9 

viii.  14,  16 

144 

Mic.  vii.   19 

9 

33,  &c. 

14 

Zech.  xiii.  1 

9 

ix.  21,  22,  &c. 

117 

MAT.  iii.  9 

99 

xi.  16,  17 

114 

v.  3,   12 

102 

\v     17,  19 

I* 

ItfDEX   OF   SCRIPTURES.  521 


H. 

H. 

Rom.  xv.  8,  9,  12 

113 

Heb.  ix. 

145 

2  Cor.  i.  23,  24 

119 

x.  28,  29 

118 

i.  30 

97 

xi.  1,  3,  8,  10 

120 

ii.  9,  10 

105 

1  Pet.  i.  S,  4,  5 

26 

iii.  6,  7 

119 

8 

108 

*i.  10,  11 

104 

1  John  iii.  1,  &c, 

64 

x.  32 

126 

Jude  24,  25 

51 

xlii.   1,  2,  3 

134 

Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7 

61 

2,  3,7,  13 

133 

v.  6,  8,  12 

1,25 

2  Cor.  ii.  16 

119 

v,  11,  13 

62,  63 

.     v.  1,  5,  8 

110 

vii.  13,  &e. 

40 

Gal.  iv.  4 

107 

xiv.  13 

18 

6 

64 

xv.  3 

49/56 

Eph.  i.  13,  14 

14  A 

xvi.  19 

56 

iii.  9,  10 

2 

xvii.  6 

56 

16,  &c. 

135 

xviii.  20,  21 

59 

iv.  SO,  &c. 

130 

xxi.  1 — 4 

21 

Phil,  ii.2 

130 

27 

105 

iii.  7,  8,  9 

109 

Col.  i.  16 

2 

Third  Book. 

ii.  15 

107 

2  Tim.  i.  9,  10 

137 

Luke  ii.  28 

14 

12 

103 

xiv.  16 

12 

iv.  6,  7,  8,  18 

27 

17,  23 

13 

Tit.  ii.  10,  13 

132 

xxii.  19, 

6 

iii.  3,  7 

111 

John  vi.  31,  35,  39 

5 

Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6 

118 

xiv.  3 

6 

iv.  15,  16 

125 

xvi.  16, 

6 

x.7 

125 

1  Cor.  10,  16,  17 

2 

tL  17,  19 

139 

xi.  23,  he. 

1 

vii. 

145 

PART 

III. 

H. 

H. 

Gen.  ii*. 

61 

Esth.iv.  16 

39 

v.  24 

67 

Job.  xix.  25 

86 

xxii.  14 

74 

Psalm  xxiii, 

92 

Exod.xv. 

76 

xxxiv. 

79 

xvi.  18. 

65 

xlii.    5 

60 

xvii.  15 

75 

xiv.  3—5 

115 

xxxiv.  6 — 8 

5 

xlviii.  14 

91 

Deut.  xxxiii.  27 

84 

Ixv.   11 

140 

judg.  vi„  24 

77 

Ixxii.  7,  8 

183 

1  Sam.  iii.  18 

71 

lxxxvii.  5 

14 

2  Chron.  xv.  15 

151 

x«i.  U 

93 

>Teh.  ix.  19 

66 

civ. 

1 

522 


INDEX  OF   SCRIPTURES. 


Prov.  vhi.  17 

xviii.  24 
Can.   iii.  11 
Isa.  iv.  5 

xi.  5—9 

xiv.  24 

xxii.  4 

xxxiii.  21,  22 

xxxv.  8 — 10 

xliv.  23 

xlix.  14—17 
Isa.  li.  9 

iv.  7 

lx.  15—20 

lxv.  23 
Jer.  xxiii.  6 

xxxi.  3 

xxxiii.    29 
Ezek.  ix.  4 — 6 

xxxiv.  3 

xlviii.  35 
Dan.  ii.  45 

iv   27 
Hosea  vi.  4 
Joeii.  14 
Micah  vi.  1 — 3 
Nali urn  i.  7 
Hab.  iii.  17,  1 8 
Zech.  iii.  67 
Ma!,  iii.  16,  17 
MAT.  xi.  23 

xii.  20 

xiii.  3 

xvii.  4 

xxvi.  36 — 45 
Mark  via.  38 

x.  14 
43 

xxv.    40 


H. 

a. 

163 

Luke  ii.  8—14 

9 

64 

25, 

10,  154 

26 

iv.  18,  19 

13 

225 

viii.  22 

8S 

187 

x.30— 37 

190 

89 

xix.  41,  42 

16 

186 

John  vi.  53 — 5S 

169 

117 

John  67-69 

49 

176 

xiv.  16,  17 

42 

29 

26 

35 

153 

xix.  30 

19 

181 

Acts  ii.  32 — 36 

23 

11© 

Rom.  i.  17 

43 

179 

xiv.  8 

204 

162 

1  Cor.  xv.  52—58 

231 

89 

2  Cor.  ii.  15,  16 

144 

62 

Gal.  v.  17 

58 

119 

Eph.  ii.  8 

44 

138 

iv.  11,  12 

145 

114 

Phil.  i.  23 

222 

178 

1  Thess.iv.  13 

227 

184 

Heb.  iv.  2 

7 

108 

vii.  25 

31 

51 

Heb.  ix.  27 

221 

136 

xi.  13 

45 

139 

1  Pet.  iii.  20,  21 

63 

2 

2  Pet.  i   1 

44 

95 

1  John  iii.  1,  2 

100 

143 

Rev.  ii.  1—7 

155 

117 

8—11 

156 

112 

iii.  1—6 

157 

164 

7—13 

158 

128 

14—20 

159 

15 

v.  12 

so 

17 

xiv.  3 

^7 

50,  72 

xv.  3 

103 

161 

xx.  4—10 

187 

113 

xxii.  1 — 5 

99 

192 

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